Boy, t's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original Break Da Law's up in here for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your shirts
It's goin down – break da law nigga!

1 – Break Da Law – we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin,
We ain't playin, we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin,
We ain't playin, we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin,
We ain't playin, we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin
Break Da Law – we ain't playin,
We ain't playin, we ain't playin

[Verse:] We ain't playing young nigga
Who the fuck I said we playin?
We just 'bout to kill yo' ass and it's already planned
Too many bullshit niggas done, been up in my click
But I spit them boys out, cause they tasting like some shit
I admit my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best
But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process
Fuck that shit, we keepin them bitches hot
Cause we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot

[Verse 2:] Haters mad on the town cause a nigga got it made
Wanna rock they fuckin songs but these junkies ain't gettin paid
Slammin doors, pimpin hoes, while you lemons in a daze
When I step up in the club I be glistenin wit a glaze
I would let you hit this clown but you bitches can't behave
I would let you hit this fire but you bitches smokin safe
Better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from your grave-ac