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Break da Law 2001 - Project Pat



     
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Boy, it's 'bout to get real scary up in here
You got the original break the laws up in here for you hos
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, weak niggaz guard your grills
Tuck your chains in your shirts, it's goin' down break the law niggaBreak the law, break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin')
Break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin')Break the law, break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin')
Break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin')Break the law, break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin')
Break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin')Break the law, break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin')
Break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin')We ain't playin' young nigga, who the fuck is say we playin'
We just bout to kill yo ass and its already planned
To many bullshit niggaz done been off in my click

But I spit them boys out cause they tastin' like some shitI admit my click now is nothin' but Memphis best
But I had to delete a lot of clowns in the process
Fuck that shit we keepin' the bitches hot
'Cause we makin' the millions and they hands ain't in this spotHaters mad on the town 'cause the niggaz got it made
Wanna rap their fuckin' songs but these junkies ain't get paid
Slammin' do's pimpin' ho's while ya limmiz in a daze
Wanna step up in the club I'll be glistlin' with a glazeI would let ya hit this crown but you bitches cant behave
I would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin' sage
Better catch up with your clan 'cause you took me from your grave
When a nigga catch ya slippin' its the beem in yo faceBreak the law, break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin')
Break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin')See I can hita hita sticka sticka get a nigga fast
I'm kickin' in some doors put a nigga on his ass
And if hes talkin' trash I'll put him in a bag
A body fuckin' bag man I shoulda wore a maskI stickin' stickin' move a body body bruise
I break the fuckin' law and I ain't playin' with ya fool
You got an attitude now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin' load and let the mothafucka loose
(Blood)I know this nigga who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in school and now he told a gun and badge
Put on a uniform and now he think hes super bad
Man fuck you bitch you still can lay the rest under the grassI do not give a fuck because you are a officer
I'll put you in a coffin sir you fuckin' with a slaughterer
Bitch the police don't serve protect they buyin' pussy
And projects some niggas pay 'em off to sell their dope around the cityBreak the law, break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin')
Break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin')Breakin' laws glockin' jaws rip in 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'm a leave you bitches dead cut a sunroof in yo headDo your stuff and get mugged when I shoot then I peel out
But before that happen I'm a tear your fuckin' grill out
Bitch your business down till your covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple a rounds momma house ain't no fuckin' loveAnyone ya niggaz wanna get some I got some
Blow they fuckin' ass off double barreled shotgun
Don't be comin' my way, bodies stank like moth balls
Swing an iron bat to your head like a golf ballRide up on your ass then I let the luger speak
I'm the judge and the jury when I see you in the street
It's the project nigga row ready man to kill a ho
Put the thang to yo head squeeze the trigga let it blowBreak the law, break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin')
Break the law
(We ain't playin', we ain't playin', we ain't playin')
Songwriters
Paul Beauregard;Jordan Houston;Patrick Earl HoustonPublished by
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Patrick Stephen Houston (better known as Project Pat) is an American rapper originating from Memphis, Tennessee. He is the elder brother of Juicy J, co-founder of the Three 6 Mafia.[1]

Although not an official member, he has collaborated with Three 6 Mafia and all of his albums have been produced by members of the group. His first recording appearances were on Three 6 Mafia releases from 1994. After serving time in prison on various charges in the mid-1990s, he released his first solo album, Ghetty Green in 1999.

Project Pat broke onto the mainstream scene after providing the hook for Three 6 Mafia's hit "Sippin' on Some Syrup" in 2000 and released his breakthrough album Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin' the next year. In 2001, he was arrested for parole violation after a pair of revolvers were discovered in his vehicle during a traffic stop. That March, he was sentenced to four years in prison on two counts of a felon in possession of a firearm. His third album Layin' Da Smack Down was released during Pat's incarceration.[1]

After his release from federal prison in 2005, he released Crook by da Book: The Fed Story, followed the next year by Walkin' Bank Roll. He has made frequent public appearances with Three Six Mafia in recent years including at the Academy Award and on their short-lived reality show Adventures in Hollyhood.

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