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project pat - break da law 2001 lyrics

boy, it’s 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 n-gg-z guard your grills, tuck your chains in
your shirts, it’s goin down break the law n-gg-

chorus:x4 break the law (we ain’t playin)
break the law (we ain’t playin)
break the law (we ain’t playin, we ain’t playin, we ain’t playin)

verse 1: we ain’t playin young n-gg-, who the f-ck is say we playin
we just bout to kill yo -ss, and it’s already planned
to many bullsh-t n-gg-z done been off in my click
but i spit them boys out cause they tastin like some sh-t
i admit my click now is nothin but memphis best
but i had to delete a lot of clowns in the process
f-ck that sh-t we keepin the b-tches hot
cause we makin the millions and they hands ain’t in this spot
haters mad on the town cause the n-gg-z got it made
wanna rap their f-ckin songs but these junkies ain’t get paid
slammin do’s pimpin ho’s while ya limmiz in a daze
wanna step up in the club i’ll be glistlin with a glaze
i would let ya hit this crown but you b-tches can’t behave
i would let you hit this fire but you b-tches smokin sage
better catch up with your clan cause you took me from your grave
when a n-gg- catch ya slippin it’s the beem in yo face

(chorus)

verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a n-gg- fast
im kickin in some doors put a n-gg- on his -ss
and if he’s talkin trash i’ll put him in a bag
a body f-ckin bag man i shoulda wore a mask
i stickin stickin move a body body bruise
i break the f-ckin law and i ain’t playin with ya fool
you got an att-tude now watch me use my tool
i lock and f-ckin load and let the mothaf-cka loose (blood)
i know this n-gg- who got punked out after every cl-ss
he was a b-tch in school and now he told a gun and badge
put on a uniform and now he think he’s super bad
man f-ck you b-tch you still can lay the rest under the gr-ss
i do not give a f-ck because you are a officer, i’ll put you in a cofin sir you
f-ckin with a slaughterer
b-tch the police don’t serve protect they buyin p-ssy
and projects some n-gg-s 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 f-ckin nuts while this tone is in yo face
shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
im a leave you b-tches dead cut a sunroof in yo head
do your stuff and get mugged when i shoot then i peel out
but before that happen i’m a tear your f-ckin grill out
b-tch your business down till your covered in your own blood
shoot a couple a rounds momma house ain’t no f-ckin love
anyone ya n-gg-z wanna get some i got some
blow they f-ckin -ss off double barrelled shotgun
don’t be comin my way, bodies stank like moth b-lls
swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ball
ride up on your -ss then i let the luger speak
im the judge and the jury when i see you in the street
its the project n-gg- row ready man to kill a ho
put the thang to yo head squeez the trigga let it blow
(chorus)

- project pat lyrics

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