[Intro: DJ Paul]

Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here

You got the original "Break Da Law's" up in here, for you hoes

Three Six Mafia, Project Pat

Weak niggas, guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts

It's goin' down, BREAK THE LAW NIGGA!

[Chorus]

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]

We ain't playin' young nigga, who the fuck I said we playin'?

We just 'bout to kill yo' ass and it's already planned

Too many bullshit niggas done, been up in my click

But I spit them boys out, 'cause they tasting like some shit

I admit my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best

But I had to delete a lotta clowns in the process

Fuck that shit, we keepin' them bitches hot

'Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

Haters mad on the town 'cause a nigga got it made

Wanna rock they fuckin' songs, but these junkies ain't gettin paid

Slammin' doors, pimpin' hoes, while you lemons in a daze

When I step up in the club I be glistenin' with a glaze

I would let you hit this crown, but you bitches can't behave

I would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin' safe

Better catch up with yo' kind, 'cause you tip me from your grave

When a nigga catch you slippin' it's that beam in yo' face

[Chorus]

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]

See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga fast

I'm kickin' in some doors, I'm puttin' a nigga on his ass

And if he talkin' trash, I put him in a bag

A body-fuckin'-bag, man, I shoulda wore a mask

I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body bruise

I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with you fools

You gotta attitude, now watch me, use my tool

I lock and fuckin' load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow)

[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]

I know this nigga, who got punked out after every class

He was a bitch in school and now, he tote a gun and badge

Put on a uniform and now he think, he super bad

Man, fuck your vest, you still get laid to rest, under the grass

I do not give a fuck because you are a officer

I put you in your coffin, sir, you fuckin' with a slaughterer

Some police don't serve protective, they bangin' pussy in projects

Some niggas pay him off, to sell they dope around his set

[Chorus]

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

[Verse 5: Project Pat]

Breakin' laws, Glock in draws, whip it out and take a taste

You can smell my fuckin' nuts, while this tone is in yo' face

Shove the barrel down your throat

Inhale bullets like some smoke

I'ma leave you bitches dead

Cut a sunroof in your head

You get stomped in yo' mug, when I shoot, then I peel out

Right before that happen, I'ma tear yo' fuckin' grill out

Beat you bitches down, 'til you covered in your own blood

Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin' love

And one of y'all niggas wanna get some, I got some

Blow they fuckin' ass off, double barrel shotgun

Don't be comin' my way, bodys stank like moth-balls

Swing a iron bat to yo' head like a golf ball

Ride up on yo' ass, then I let the luger sweep

I'm the judge and the jury, when I see you in the street

It's the Project niggaro, ready mayne, to kill a hoe

Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger, let it blow

[Chorus]

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', break the law, we ain't playin'

Break the law, we ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin'