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feat three 6 mafia project pat - break da law 2001 (feat. three 6 mafia) - project pat lyrics

project pat f/ three 6 mafia
miscellaneous
break da law 2001
boy, t’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 n-gg-s guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts
it’s goin down – break da law n-gg-!

1 – 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

[verse 1]
we ain’t playing young n-gg-
who the f-ck i said we playin?
we just ’bout to kill yo’ -ss and it’s already planned
too many bullsh-t n-gg-s done, been up in my click
but i spit them boys out, cause they tasting like some sh-t
i admit my click, now, is nothin but memphis best
but i had to delete a lot clowns in the process
f-ck that sh-t, we keepin them b-tches hot
cause we making them millions and they hairs ain’t in the spot

[verse 2]
haters mad on the town cause a n-gg- got it made
wanna rock they f-ckin 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 b-tches can’t behave
i would let you hit this fire but you b-tches smokin safe
better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from your grave
when a n-gg- catch you slippin it’s that beam in yo’ face

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[verse 3]
see i could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a n-gg- fast
i’m kicking in some doors, i’m puttin a n-gg- on his -ss
and if he talkin trash, i put him in a bag
a body-f-cking-bag, man, i shoulda wore a mask
i stick-a stick-and move, i body-body bruise
i break the f-ckin law and i ain’t playin with you fools
you gotta att-tude, now watch me use my tool
i lock and f-ckin load and let that motherf-cker loose (blaow!)

[verse 4]
i know this n-gg- who got punked out after every cl-ss
he was a b-tch in school and now he tote a gun and badge
put on a uniform and now he think he super bad
man f-ck your vest you still get laid to rest under the gr-ss
i do not give a f-ck because you are a officer
i put you in your coffin sir you f-ckin wit a slaughterer
some police don’t serve protective
they bangin’ p-ssy in projects
some n-gg-s pay him off to sell they dope around his set

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[project pat]
breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste
you can smell my f-ckin nuts, while this tome is in yo face
shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
i’ma leave these b-tches 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 f-ckin grill out
beat you b-tches down ’til you covered in your own blood
shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain’t no f-ckin love
and one of y’all n-gg-z wanna get some i got some
blow they f-ckin -ss off, double barrel shotgun
don’t be comin my way bodys stank like moth b-lls
swing a iron bat to yo head like a golf ball
ride up on yo -ss then i let the luga sweep
i’m the judge and the jury when i see you in the street
it’s da project n-gg- roll, ready mane to kill a hoe
put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it blowww!

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