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Indo G - Break Da Law 98 Lyrics

Aaahh yeah, its 98...(yall know what time it is)

Couldnt wait... Tre Posse,

Prophet Posse, Break The Law Neega!!



Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder

Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder

Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder

Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder

Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder

Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder

Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder

Kill, Kill, Kill, Murder, Murder, Murder



DJ Paul:



Haters step up to me haha they wanna get some

Those foos off cane, so uh you know the outcome

Niggas I killin, them fuckin skulls I peel'em

Im rollin with the double 4, niggas with holes I fill'em

Dont try and test me muthaphukka when Im full of them drugs

Its the after party bitch watch ya body get drugged

You niggas wanna get dirty nigga we can do dirt

Educatin ya mind, the bullets startin to hurt

Now when its on nigga its on Ill jack you up

Look at my business (come on come on) ??

We'll have to jack you up

Crunchy Blac in the back "Foo where ya been?"

Pullin on his fuckin mask and handed me the Mac-10

Them niggas still puffin and they comin fast as ever

I got my backup niggas with Larry and Darnell

They in the same bitch, with the 2 SK double clip

Mess around, bust rounds, split them niggas at the hip

BREAK THE LAW NIGGA!!



Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law....



Indo G:



I hit the corner, marijuanna, bumpin nothin but P-

I-M-P-I-N-G- Niggas, smokin on that light green

Its whatever muthaphukka nuts, full of venom

Niggas think they can touch me, just sin'em Im all up in'em

Mo since a mufuka got they eyes on my shit

Old cornbread, ex-mammy, nappy haired bitch

See aint no bitch in my blood, nigga nuthin but thug

Remember being intoxicated nigga liquor and drug

It take a whole lotta shit to make me mad hoe

Tryin to see, wanna peep, muthaphukka? What you lookin for?

I snap crackle and pop yo ass to the fuckin block

Bleedin everywhere, got popped by my 9-Glock

??? thats the way it goes, hoes

Niggas got forgot my back, mafioso till I go

Break the law for the 'cause, just fuck the laws

Infared to they badge, got them shittin in they drawers...



Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law....



Juicy "J":



You know the time is to get short now

Im reachin for the vault

Got them clothes that match the night

And the things they call the "Yalls"

Here some niggas know im crowded if you dont talk

Then you get some but ill be quick to pull and blast

And leave your body for the chalk

Never talk is what you told me, homies all up in ya bizz

Spread the word on where you live, and all the shit a nigga did

Yo I aint did no fuckin dirt, I hope nobodys in the trunk

I shipped some keys over seas, might have flower mixed with funk

I call the police, 9-1-1, "Theres been a murder on my set"

When they pull up on the set we pop them thangs and then we jet

On the low is how I keep it, if you want yo blood to spill

Run yo mouth off in the streets and pull yo gun and shoot to kill

If you real, if you realla then a muthaphukkin gang

On the block is where you hang, throw them muthaphukkin thangs

Nigga, tryin not to forget, slangin rocks or pushin wieght

Ghetto niggas from the street, aint no law that we cant break!



T-Rock:



Uh since the drama administered, we lost traders

And havin pistols smoke vapors, grab yo pen and papers

ATL no breakers, disrespect ya chatter got you anatomy battered

Dissapearence of your ligaments, my violent souljahs (?????)

Killed Jesus first, now the gangsta and redrum

Several bulletts through fakers, pranksters yet picture painters

Decaturs leavin ya digimistic, man thats used for smokin victims

Thats trickin moe ruthless cracker than 19-60!!



Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law,

Break Da Law, Break Da Law, Break Da Law....