Lyrical Breakdown of Break Da Law - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Break Da Law" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Wassup, you still fuck with them Triple Six niggas? Yeah, I still fuck with them niggas, mane Them niggas doing it, mane I'm just like them niggas myself, but them niggas doing it Mane, I don't even see how you do it What you supposed to be straight ass nigga? Wassup y'all? Mane, it ain't even like that, dog, it ain't even like that, man I know it ain't like that, bitch I know it ain't like that, nigga, it's like this, nigga Aw, yeah, this goes out to my nigga Nino and The Trigg Posse (you know what's up, what's up?) Break the law, nigga 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 Nigga recognize the Triple 6 shit, it's so fuckin' thick We gotta lay it down, we gotta spray, we gotta break ya, bitch Coming up stays on my mind, so we gotta drop a busta A player 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 meaning 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, killers on my payroll, I gotta stay straight Nineteen bustas fear from work, then there's no need to trade The Three six Mafia, real niggas know Slaw in Memphis, Tennessee We down to break the law, bitch 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 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 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 Fourteen carat gold smile and a bone around my throat Glock nineteen 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 punk, Malaki with a attitude Smith & Wesson in his hand, blowed a bitch out his shoes 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 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 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