Playa Fly

Playa Fly - Breakin' Da Law songtekst

Je score:
f/ Gangsta Blac, Terror



(Playa Fly) 

And we ain't playin' wit'cha.... 

South Sucka.... 



Chorus (Playa Fly & Crowd): 



(Crowd) 

Break the law!!!! 



(Playa Fly) 

Breakin' The Law 

(14x) 



First Verse (Playa Fly & Terror): 



(Playa Fly) 

I bring your cizourt procedures, your regulations and rules 

I bring your tickets, citations, and registrations to who? 

Fly need no limits no boundaries 

You just get from behind me 

I live the Mafia livin', lil' Tee the laws won't come find me 

Got so much love for my thugs 

And even more for my drugs 

And we ain't lovin' this law, so break the law and get buck 

I-B-N buckin' the system 

Cuz the system's a hizzoe (hoe) 

And I don't care bout no law, cuz Uncle Sam is my negro 

Your constitution's a fraud 

Your Bill of Rights is too slaw 

And since it's first amendment, freedom speech, I say "Break the law" 

I'm gone be hizigh (high) forever 

No matter who say whatever 

No peckerwoods or oreos, be stoppin' this fella 

Your prosecution's a crock! 

And us young bucks got 'em hot 

With blue troops in blue suits, they can't make us stop 

And I'll continue to rock 

In ways that I'll cut 'em raw 

And we ain't takin' violations, exhibit breakin' the law 

So break the law!!!! 



(Terror) 

Aiyyo Blackout 

Pass me the torch, I'm ready to scorch 

Bustin' out the back, of the track 

With the flamory force, we tired of your noise 

Watch the grin and the talk still in my voice 

No body in, no body hustle quick to hate on them boys 

Ain't playin' with toys, in fact y'all might bust cuz I'm bored 

You callin' the court ask me for six I laugh and you get ignored 

Murderin' Child, Pops should have been wearin' a Bra 

The way they had yo ass run, I thought you was a track star 

That's on the raw, haters I'ma pull out the grain 

What's my name? Terror down for cockin' and aim 

That's hard as me man, get yo weapon, I'ma prove he can't hang 

Break Da Law, some super slaw but this the 99 thang 

Rad Rapper, please watch me rock like O C's 

Drama I stay on Nestie, If you wanna test me 

Come to the Ave. get yo ass broke down like a Ki 

Three to the M, Taylor B, and I'm Playa Posse 

Watch me emepty 'em all out, it's all on me 

See eveyrbody got them sells for a Q P 

See Break Da Law! 



Chorus (11x) 



Second Verse (Playa Fly & Gangsta Blac) 



(Playa Fly) 

T-H-I-P 

Down with E 

B-I-T, C-H 

Fly comin' with no time to waste 

Bigger and better, I'm strapped with Terror 

And skills wherever 

You Devil's need protection like a bombing shelter 

Like stormy weather 

Remove your roof, by tellin' the truth 

By year two, and your entire cowardly group 

Hey Handyman, you actually cannot stand to me 

And what's that young cocksucker name who playin' around with Tee? 

One murdering child, have your family worryin' awhile 

Drink up some Mo, and take a champagne shower in style 

And break up the slaw, while we be yellin' break the lizaw (law) 

And break up the raw, and put an empty one in my jaw 

And every lizaw that I break will be upon your back 

And yo that gang claimin' ass bitch, she just ain't talkin' bout jack 

See mane this Terror and this Playa never hated you haters 

If a Playa hate a hater that won't make me no faker 

Fly rise and shine, represent mine, so break the lizaw 

With Gangsta behind me so your cast is off 

And if fall bitches tizalk (talk) shizit (shit) 

you should be lockin' your jaw 

Cuz it's makin' me, makin' me, makin' me, makin' me break the law 

Break the law!!!!! 



(Gangsta Blac) 

Takin' the stick, and break dat stick down to bout six 

Lil' pieces n discs cause I'm that nigga that started all this 

Not takin' no fame, no need for me to state my full name 

I'm known to campaign, and known to Break the Law for some change 

I'm the roughest, toughest, Mother Fucka, that Hood Star 

From South Park for you Mother Fucka 

You can't deni that Gangsta Blac don't keep it rzaw, and 

Down to Break The Lzaw, and 

Head just to make, that's what you szaw 

Believe we platinum status, we mackin' through this game mane, and 

If we keep it real and stay focus upon this game mane 

If we can pay for it then, C Bill will have to come through 

A lesson should be deep in his dream bout this shit blew 

Yeah!, Now how ya like that 



Chorus (58x)
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