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Break da Law ‘95’

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Break da Law ‘95’ Lyrics

[Produced by DJ Paul & Juicy J]

[Intro: Crunchy Black, DJ Paul]
What's up, you still fuck with them Triple 6 niggas?
Yeah, I still fuck with them niggas, mane
Them niggas doin' it, mane
I'm just like them niggas myself, but them niggas doin' it

Mane, I don't even see how you do it
What you supposed to be straight-ass nigga? Wassup, nigga?
Mane, it ain't even like that, dog, it ain't even like that, mane
I know it ain't like that, bitch
I know it ain't like that, nigga, it's like this, nigga

You know what's up, what's up? (Ah! Triple 6, nigga)
Aw, yeah, this goes out to my nigga Nino and The Trigg Posse
Break the law, nigga


[Chorus]
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Nigga, recognize the Triple 6 shit, it's so fuckin' thick
We gotta lay you down, we gotta stain, we gotta break your bitch
Comin' up stays on my mind, so we gotta drop a busta
A playa hatin' nigga, or a crooked cop, run up
If ya wanna, it ain't no thang, I put my gun up
Midnight to sun up, still break you, mane
In the M, the M-Town, niggas get buck non-stop
Fuck off and learn the real meanin' of a plastic Glock
(G) Gotta touch 'em, gotta grab 'em, 'cause I think he's bailed
(L) Lay 'em down, no remorse, come with me to Hell
(O) Overnight, we be rich when we tell the trick
(C) Catch 'em slippin', he's so soft, do 'em in quick
(K) Killas on my payroll, I gotta stay straight
(19) 19 bustas fear from work, then there's no need to trade
The Three 6 Mafia, real niggas know
Slaw in Memphis, Tennessee, we down to break the law, bitch

[Chorus]
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law

[Post-Chorus]
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin'— Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
'Cause when you duck, we hit you with the bat

[Verse 2: DJ Paul, Crunchy Black]
Pass me the pistol, so I can get buck
A mean frown stay on my face, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Loced out afro and a big Fila coat
14 carat gold smile and a bone around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my Fruit of the Looms
For them niggas that trick it in, I'm stickin' up them tracks, they boom
Shakin' like a motherfucker when I lock you down tight
In the Chevy trunk with nothin' but nuts to dig for your life
Fool, it ain't no game, you gotta die, the Devil sent me
Six in your chest, who's next, no niceness in me
The killas up in my crew won't take no shit, niggas you better run
We 'bout it bitch, no nigga don't play (We roll with automatic guns)
Step up with the ho shit, nigga we gotta close shop
Juice on his burglar, do a nine, leavin' you hoes to rot
Big Cam with a pump, Malaki with a attitude
Smith & Wesson in his hand, blowed a bitch out his shoes, break the law

[Chorus]
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law

[Post-Chorus]
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin'— Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
'Cause when you duck, we hit you with the bat

Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin'— Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
'Cause when you duck, we hit you with the bat

[Outro: Juicy J]
Break the law, break the law (South side), break the law, break the law (North side)
Break the law, break the law (West side), break the law, break the law (East side)
Break the law, break the law (South side), break the law, break the law (North side)
Break the law, break the law (West side), break the law, break the law (East side)
Break the law, break the law (South side), break the law, break the law (North side)
Break the law, break the law (West side), break the law, break the law (East side)
Break the law, break the law (South side), break the law, break the law (North side)
Break the law, break the law (West side), break the law, break the law (East side)
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck
Get buck, motherfucker, get buck

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Genius Annotation

A quintessential Three 6 song, Break Da Law ‘95 is one of the biggest early Mafia hits, featuring DJ Paul on the verses and samples of Playa Fly and Skinny Pimp on the hook.

The instrumental also contains samples from a variety of tracks, including the legendary Memphis track “2 Thick” by DJ Zirk, “Play This Only at Night” by Doug E. Fresh and the soundtrack from Wes Craven’s New Nightmare.

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