Break da Law 2001

Funkmaster Flex · Other Songs - Funkmaster Flex

Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here

You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes

Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat

Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts

It's goin' down, break da law, nigga



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



We ain't playing, young nigga, who the fuck I said we playin?

We just 'bout to kill yo' ass and it's already planned

Too many bullshit niggas done, been up in my click

But I spit them boys out 'cause they tasting like some shit



I admit my click now, is nothin' but Memphis best

But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process

Fuck that shit, we keepin' them bitches hot

'Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot



Haters mad on the town 'cause a nigga got it made

Wanna rock they fuckin' songs but these junkies ain't gettin' paid

Slammin' doors, pimpin' hoes while you lemons in a daze

When I step up in the club, I be glistenin' wit a glaze



I would let you hit this clown but you bitches can't behave

I would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin' safe

Better catch up with yo kind 'cause you tip me from your grave

When a nigga catch you slippin', it's that beam in yo' face



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



See, I could hit a, hit a, stick a, stick a, get a nigga fast

I'm kicking in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass

And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag

A body fucking bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask



I stick a stick and move, I body-body bruise

I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools

You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool

I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose

(Blow)



I know this nigga who got punked out after every class

He was a bitch in school and now he tote a gun and badge

Put on a uniform and now he think he super bad

Man, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest under the grass



I do not give a fuck because you are a officer

I put you in your coffin sir, you fuckin' wit a slaughterer

Some police don't serve protective, they bangin' pussy in projects

Some niggas pay him off to sell they dope around his set



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Breakin' laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste

You can smell my fuckin' nuts while this tome is in yo face

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

I'ma leave these bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your head



You get stomped in yo mug when I shoot, then I peel out

Right before dat happen, I'ma tear yo fuckin' grill out

Beat you bitches down 'til you covered in your own blood

Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin' love



And one of y'all niggaz wanna get some, I got some

Blow they fuckin' ass off, double barrel shotgun

Don't be comin' my way, bodys stank like moth balls

Swing a iron bat to yo head like a golf ball



Ride up on yo ass then I let the luga sweep

I'm the judge and the jury when I see you in the street

It's da Project nigga, roll, ready mane, to kill a hoe

Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it blow



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'



Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

Break da law, we ain't playin'

We ain't playin', we ain't playin'