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Break da law da law...

(DJ Paul)
Nigga them Triple 6 shit
so fuckin' thick
We gotta lay it
We spray
We gotta ya bitch
Comin' up stays on my
So we drop a busta
A playa hatin' or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya
It no thang I put my gun up
to sun up
Still break you manne in M
Tha M
Niggas get Non stop
fuck off and learn the real of a plastic Glock
G touch 'em gotta grab 'em 'cause I think hes bailin
L Lay 'em down no remorse with me to hell
O we be rich when we tell the trick
C Catch ya slippin' he's so soft do a man
K Killas on my payroll I gotta stay
19 If us fear work there's no need to trade
Tha Three 6 real niggas know
Slaw in Memphis
We to break da law bitch..

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

(DJ Paul)
Pass me tha Glock so I can get
A frown stay on my face 'cause I dont give a fuck
Loced out
And a big coat
14 gold
and a bone around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the
For niggas that trick it in
Im stickin' up them tracks boom
like a mothafucka when I lock you down tight
In tha Chevy with nothin' but next to dig for yo life
Fool it ain't no game you gotta die the devil 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 automatic
Step up the hoe shit
we gotta close shop
[Juice on the bugler do a 9 you hoes to rott]
Big cam a punk
with a attitude
Smith & in his hand
tha bitch out his shoes
da law

(Juicy "J")
x4*
Southside Westside Eastside

Get buck Get Buck...