Break Da Law '95' - Three 6 Mafia

Nigga recognize them Triple 6 shit

It’s so fuckin’thick

We gotta lay it down

We gotta spray

We gotta break ya bitch

Comin’up stays on my mind

So we gotta drop a busta

A playa hatin’nigga or a crooked cop

Run up If ya wanna

It aint no thang I put my gun up Midnight to sun up Still break you manne in that M Tha M-Town

Niggas get buck Non stop

fuck off and learn the real meanin of a plastic Glock

G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em cuz I think hes bailin

L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell

O Overnight we be rich when we tell the trick

C Catch ya slippin’he’s so soft do a man quick

K Killas on my payroll I gotta stay straight

19 If us fear from work there’s no need to trade

Tha Three 6 Mafia real niggas know

Slaw in Memphis Tennessee

We down to break da law bitch.

Break da law, break da law…

Comin up from the back buckin’niggas down

Comin comin up from the back buckin’niggas down

Comin up from the back buckin’niggas down

Cause when you duck we hit you with the bat

(DJ Paul)

Pass me tha Glock so I can get buck

A mean frown stay on my face cuz I dont give a fuck

Loced out afro

And a big Fila coat

14 carat gold

Smile and a bone around my throat

Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the looms

For them niggas that trick it in Im stickin’up them tracks they boom

Shakin’like a mothafucka when I lock you down tight

In tha Chevy trunk with nothin’but next to dig for yo life

Fool it ain’t no game you gotta die the devil sent me Six in yo chest who’s next?

No niceness in me Tha killas up in my crew they take no shit

Niggas you better run

We bout it bitch

No nigga dont play

Step up with the hoe shit

Nigga we gotta close shop

Big cam with a punk

Malekie with a attitude

Smith &Wesson in his hand

Blowed tha bitch out his shoes

Break da law

(Juicy J)

Southside Northside Westside Eastside

Get buck mothafucka Get Buck…