Break Da Law

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yo, Mafia 6ix Callin' all the motherfuckin' thugs, in the motherfuckin' club To the motherfuckin' dance floor We 'bout to turn up Where the cocaine at, where the the weed at? Where the liquor at, where that drank at? Like we always do about this time Crack a nigga in his motherfuckin' face, break da law! [Hook:] Break Da Law (16x) [Verse 1: DJ Paul and (Crunchy Black)] Run up, if you wanna It ain't nothing I'll pull my gun up I start to hunt 'em That's all my things I wanted dollar I'm catching drains Blow the whole thing Your death is coming I told them like I had it But, like normal, bitch, I start it Break the law, 94, 95 Now it's 2-13, and I'm still on the lines Still they seeing nothing like me Making mills and double digits Bitches bad on me cause the Niggas ain't get it (A lot of niggas slipping in the dark Glock for the bad Glock for the God For the (???) in the I put this nigga body parts in the trunk Playn with a bomb, but I hit 'em with the bang Cut you in the whole, thought you knew that charm Hit 'em like I hit everything in my mind) [Hook:] [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] I don't need to act like a psychopathic lunatic Fuck all that ruckus system cause I be so good and shit Everytime I think about my brother Eric I get sick Cause he's doin' a whole lot time in jail cause he didn't want a bitch Got my mess of (?) I roll up in the Rover Smoking, dringing cause I'm prom doing this shit on my own I ain't saying shit, if you want some info I ain't the bitch I'mma break the law because to me the system ain't shit [Hook:] [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca and (Lord Infamous)] One more time, you hate my fam? You gonna die, I ain't tell you, man I can't sense this (???) You gon'make it home, I know D R E A Fame, many hoes down this, I'mma get payed Loved my school, get away Ever since a kid I had crazy Jays All my classy millie ill killa Sensible niggas, my monster Unick from Oklahoma (Call this game my man Osama Open up your chest and I snatch up your belongs If a nigga get wrong, then a nigga catching honk Cause you're not a nigga chump, peer the barrel of my gun Your face is cold, my body's on the lunch Cut the skin off your face and stick it to my palm Nigga jumping like sideways, hit with my palm)