Boy, its bout to get real scary up in here

you got the original break the laws up in here for you hos

three 6 mafia, project pat,weak niggaz guard your grills, tuck your chains in 

your shirts, its goin down break the law nigga



Chorus:x4 Break the Law (we aint playin)

Break the Law (we aint playin)

Break the Law (we aint playin, we aint playin, we aint playin)



Verse 1: we aint playin young nigga, who the fuck is say we playin

we just bout to kill yo ass, and its already planned

to many bullshit niggaz done been off in my click

but i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some shit

i admit my click now is nothin but memphis best

but i had to delete alot of clowns in the process

fuck that shit we keepin the bitches hot

cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot

haters mad on the town cause the niggaz got it made

wanna rap their fuckin songs but these junkies aint get paid

slammin do's pimpin ho's while ya limmiz in a daze

wanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glaze

i would let ya hit this crown but you bitches cant behave

i would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin sage

better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave

when a nigga catch ya slippin its the beem in yo face



(Chorus)



Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a nigga fast

im kickin in some doors put a nigga on his ass

and if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag

a body fuckin bag man i shoulda wore a mask

i stickin stickin move a body body bruise

i break the fuckin law and i aint playin with ya fool

you got an attitude now watch me use my tool

i lock and fuckin load and let the mothafucka loose (BLOOD)

i know this nigga who got punked out after every class

he was a bitch in school and now he told a gun and badge

put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad

man fuck you bitch you still can lay the rest under the grass

i do not give a fuck because you are a officer, ill put you in a cofin sir you 

fuckin with a slaughterer

bitch the police dont serve protect they buyin pussy

and projects some niggas pay em off to sell their dope around the city

(Chorus)

Breakin laws glockin jaws rip in out and take a taste

you can smell my fuckin nuts while this tone is in yo face

shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke

im a leave you bitches dead cut a sunroof in yo head

do your stuff and get mugged when i shoot then i peel out

but before that happen im a tear your fuckin grill out

bitch your business down till your covered in your own blood

shoot a couple a rounds momma house aint no fuckin love

anyone ya niggaz wanna get some i got some

blow they fuckin ass off double barrelled shotgun

dont be comin my way, bodies stank like moth balls

swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ball

ride up on your ass then i let the luger speak

im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street

its the project nigga row ready man to kill a ho

put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow

(Chorus)