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Break da law da law...

(DJ Paul)
Nigga them Triple 6 shit
so fuckin' thick
We gotta lay it
We gotta
We break ya bitch
Comin' up on my mind
So we gotta a busta
A hatin' nigga or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya
It aint no I put my gun up
to sun up
Still break you in that M
Tha M
get buck Non stop
fuck off and learn the real meanin of a Glock
G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em 'cause I hes bailin
L Lay 'em down no remorse come with me to
O Overnight we be rich we tell the trick
C Catch ya slippin' he's so do a man quick
K Killas on my I gotta stay straight
19 If us fear from work no need to trade
Tha Three 6 Mafia real know
Slaw in Tennessee
We down to da law bitch..

Break da law, da law...
Comin up from the back niggas down
Comin comin up from the buckin' niggas down
Comin up from the back buckin' down
Cause you duck we hit you with the bat

(DJ Paul)
Pass me tha so I can get buck
A mean frown stay on my 'cause I dont give a fuck
out afro
And a big Fila
14 gold
Smile and a around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the
For them niggas that it in
Im stickin' up tracks they boom
Shakin' like a mothafucka when I lock you tight
In tha Chevy trunk with but next to dig for yo life
it ain't no game you gotta die the devil sent me
Six in yo chest who's
No in me
Tha killas up in my crew they no shit
you better run
We it bitch
No nigga play
[We roll with guns]
Step up the hoe shit
Nigga we gotta close
[Juice on the bugler do a 9 you hoes to rott]
Big cam a punk
Malekie with a
& Wesson in his hand
Blowed tha bitch out his
da law

(Juicy "J")
x4*
Southside Westside Eastside

Get mothafucka Get Buck...