Lyrics:

Boy, its 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, its goin down break the law nigga Chorus:x4 Break the Law (we aint playin) Break the Law (we aint playin) Break the Law (we aint playin, we aint playin, we aint playin) Verse 1: we aint 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 shit i admit my click now is nothin but memphis best but i had to delete alot of clowns in the process fuck that shit we keepin the bitches hot cause we makin the millions and they hands aint in this spot haters mad on the town cause the niggaz got it made wanna rap their fuckin songs but these junkies aint get paid slammin do's pimpin ho's while ya limmiz in a daze wanna step up in the club ill be glistlin with a glaze i 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 face (Chorus) Verse 2: see i can hita hita sticka sticka get a nigga fast im kickin in some doors put a nigga on his ass and if hes talkin trash ill put him in a bag a body fuckin bag man i shoulda wore a mask i stickin stickin move a body body bruise i break the fuckin law and i aint 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-ac