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Break da law da law...

(DJ Paul)
Nigga them Triple 6 shit
It's so fuckin'
We gotta lay it
We spray
We break ya bitch
up stays on my mind
So we gotta a busta
A playa nigga or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya
It aint no 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 meanin of a plastic
G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em 'cause I think hes
L Lay 'em down no remorse with me to hell
O Overnight we be rich when we tell the
C Catch ya he's so soft do a man quick
K Killas on my payroll I stay straight
19 If us fear from work no need to trade
Tha Three 6 Mafia real know
in Memphis Tennessee
We down to da law bitch..

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

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

(Juicy "J")
x4*
Southside Northside Eastside

Get mothafucka Get Buck...