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Break da law da law...

(DJ Paul)
recognize them Triple 6 shit
It's so thick
We lay it down
We spray
We break ya bitch
Comin' up on my mind
So we gotta a busta
A playa hatin' 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 buck Non
fuck off and the real meanin of a plastic Glock
G Gotta touch 'em gotta grab 'em 'cause I hes bailin
L Lay 'em down no remorse come me to hell
O Overnight we be rich we tell the trick
C Catch ya he's so soft do a man quick
K Killas on my I gotta stay straight
19 If us from work there's no need to trade
Tha 6 Mafia real niggas know
Slaw in Tennessee
We down to da law bitch..

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

(DJ Paul)
me tha Glock so I can get buck
A frown stay 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 my fruit of the looms
For them niggas that it in
Im stickin' up them tracks boom
Shakin' a mothafucka when I lock you down tight
In tha Chevy trunk with nothin' but next to dig for yo
Fool it ain't no you gotta die the devil sent me
Six in yo who's next?
No in me
Tha up in my crew they take no shit
you better run
We bout it
No nigga play
[We roll with automatic
up with the hoe shit
Nigga we gotta shop
[Juice on the bugler do a 9 leavin' you to rott]
Big cam with a
Malekie with a
Smith & in his hand
Blowed tha out his shoes
da law

(Juicy "J")
x4*
Southside Northside Eastside

Get buck Get Buck...