Chorus
Break da law, break da law...
(DJ Paul)
Nigga recognize tha Triple 6 shit
It's so fuckin' thick
We gotta lay it down
We gotta spray
We gotta break ya 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 aint no thang I put my gun up
Midnight to sun up
Still break you manne in that M
Tha 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 cuz I think hes bail
L Lay 'em down no remorse come with
Light of Hope
There's no sense in waiting
So let's make a start
I've got a poisoned finger
On a broken heart
Don't have time for reasons
Or feel inclined to quiz
The past is over
That's just the way it is
Start it up
And let it loose on me
We could sit for ever
Or we could talk all night
Of the whys and where fores
Of the wrongs and rights
A crazy situation
Anyhow
Turning on frustration
So tell me
Why not now?
Let it loose on me