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PROJECT PAT lyrics : "Break Da Law 2001"

(feat. Three 6 Mafia)

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 ^!$$%s guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts

It's goin down - BREAK DA LAW !#$%!

[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 ^!$$%
Who the $#&@ I said we playin?
We just 'bout to kill yo' $$# and it's already planned

Too many bull%#@! ^!$$%s done, been up in my click
But I spit them boys out, cause they tasting like some %#@!
I admit my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best

But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process
$#&@ that %#@!, we keepin them (*##$es hot
Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot


[Verse 2]
Haters mad on the town cause a ^!$$% got it made

Wanna rock they $#&@in 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 (*##$es can't behave
I would let you hit this FIRE but you (*##$es smokin safe
Better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from your grave

When a ^!$$% catch you slippin it's that beam in yo' face

[Repeat 1]


[Verse 3]
See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a ^!$$% fast

I'm kicking in some doors, I'm puttin a ^!$$% on his $$#
And if he talkin trash, I put him in a bag
A body-$#&@ing-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask

I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the $#&@in law and I ain't playin with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my tool

I lock and $#&@in load and let that mother$#&@er loose (Blaow!)

[Verse 4]

I know this ^!$$% who got punked out after every class
He was a (*##$ in school and now he tote a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think he super bad

Man $#&@ your vest you still get laid to rest under the grass
I do not give a $#&@ because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin sir you $#&@in wit a slaughterer

Some police don't serve protective
They bangin' #~!!@ in projects
Some ^!$$%s pay him off to sell they dope around his set


[Repeat 1]


[Project Pat]
Breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my $#&@in nuts, while this tome is in yo face

Shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
I'ma leave these (*##$es 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 $#&@in grill out
Beat you (*##$es down 'til you covered in your own blood

Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no $#&@in love
And one of y'all ^!$$%z wanna get some I got some
Blow they $#&@in $$# 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 $$# then I let the luga sweep
I'm the judge and the jury when I see you in the street
It's da Project ^!$$% roll, ready mane to kill a hoe
Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it BLOWWW!


[Repeat 1]

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