Three 6 Mafia Break da Law Lyrics
            was up you still f___ with the triple six n_____s
            i know it ain't like that b____
            break da law n____
        
            Chorus
            Break da law, break da law...
        
            (DJ Paul)
            n____ recognize tha Triple 6 s___
            It's so f___in' thick
            We gotta lay it down
            We gotta spray
            We gotta break ya b____
            Comin' up stays on my mind
            So we gotta drop a busta
            A playa hatin' n____ 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
            n____s get buck Non stop
            f___ off and learn the real meanin of a plastic Glock
            G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em cuz I think hes bail
            L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell
            O Overnight we be rich when we touch the trick
            C Catch him slippin' he's so soft do 'em in 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 n____s know
            Slaw in Memphis Tennessee
            We down to break da law b____..
        
            Chorus
            Break da law, break da law...
            Comin up from the back buckin' n____s down
            Comin comin up from the back buckin' n____s down
            Comin up from the back buckin' n____s 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 f___
            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 n____s that trick it in
            Im stickin' up them tracks they boom
            Shakin' like a m________a when I lock you down tight
            In tha Chevy trunk with nothin' but nails 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 s___
            n____s you better run
            We bout it b____
            No n____ dont play
            [We roll with automatic guns]
            Step up with the hoe s___
            n____ we gotta close shop
            [Juice on the bugler do a 9 leavin' you hoes to rott]
            Big cam with a punk
            Malekie with a attitude
            Smith & Wesson in his hand
            Blowed tha b____ out his shoes
            Break da law
        
            Chorus
        
            (Juicy "J")
            *repeat x4*
            Southside Northside Westside Eastside
        
            Get buck m________a Get Buck...
        
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