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Break da law da law...

(DJ Paul)
Nigga them Triple 6 shit
so fuckin' thick
We lay it down
We gotta
We gotta 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 you manne in that M
Tha M
Niggas get Non stop
fuck off and learn the real of a plastic Glock
G Gotta 'em gotta grab 'em 'cause I think hes bailin
L Lay 'em down no remorse come me to hell
O Overnight we be when we tell the trick
C Catch ya he's so soft do a man quick
K Killas on my payroll I gotta straight
19 If us fear from work there's no to trade
Tha Three 6 real niggas know
in Memphis Tennessee
We to break da law bitch..

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

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

(Juicy "J")
x4*
Southside Northside Westside

Get buck Get Buck...