Break Da Law lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yea, Mafia 6ix
Callin' all the motherf*ckin' thugs, in the motherf*ckin' club
To the motherf*ckin' dance floor
We 'bout to turn up
Where the cocaine at, where the weed at?
Where the liquor at, where that drank at?
Like we always do about this time
Crack a n*gga in his motherf*ckin' face, break da law!

[Hook]
Break Da Law (16x)

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Run up, if you wanna
It ain't no thang I put my gun up
I start to hunt 'em
Mask on my face, I roll that dollar
I'm catching drains
Blow the whole thing, prepare for drama
A fourty Glock they howling for they mama
b*tch I started breakin' the law 94, 95
Now it's 20-13, and I'm still on the lines
Still be hittin' up them lines
Making million dollar digits
Got these b*tches mad on me
Cause they n*ggas ain't get it
Break da law!
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
First I'm gonna catch a n*gga slippin' in the dark
Black f*cking mask, black f*cking Glock
Black f*ckin' gloves, 'bout to put in work
Put this n*gga body off in some dirt
I put this n*gga body parts off in the trunk
I ain't playin' with a bomb, I'mma hit 'em with the pump
Crunchy ain't a hoe, thought you knew that chump
Hit 'em like I hit 'em, better get my money
Mafia 6ix, b*tch!

[Hook]
Break Da Law (16x)

[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
Time for me to act like a psychopathic lunatic
f*ck with me corrupted system, cause I be so with the sh*t
Everytime I think about my brother Eric I get sick
Cause he's doin' a whole lot time in jail cause he went and robbed the b*tch
Got my mind so crazed, I pull up in the Rover
Smoking, drinking cause I'm grown
Doing this sh*t on my own
I ain't saying sh*t, if you want some info I ain't the b*tch
I'mma break the law because to me the system ain't sh*t

[Hook]
Break Da Law (16x)
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
One more time, you ain't my friend
You gonna die, I tell you man
But the chance is running low
You gon' make it home, I know
The last line goes
B-R-E-A-K many hoes down, that's how I get paid
Left my school in a wreck
Ever since a kid, b*tch, I had crazy tracks

[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
Kamikaze milli ill killa with sexappeal, Navy SEAL monster
Unabomber, Oklahoma, Columbine, it's Lord Osama
Open up your chest and I puncture yo damn lungs
If a n*gga get wrong, then a n*gga getting hung
Cuttin' out a n*gga tongue, suck the barrel of my gun
Break the law, Scarecrow, raw bodies on the lunch
Smack the skin off your face and it's sticking to my palm
n*ggas droppin' like Saigon hit with napalm

[Outro - repeated till end]
Yes.. yes.. yes... [scratching]