The Law

I got the ones that are crazy type fly
The bass'll make you sick
And put a tear in your eye
The bass'll make you sick
And put a tear in your eye
Them motherfuckers, still tryin' to catch me
Let me break down, down the law
Them motherfuckers, still tryin' to catch me
I can
I will
I must
You can't just say you want it
It's true, just say it
What separates you from everybody else
Is that when it's time to hunt
You ready to hunt
It's showtime
When the sun comes up...
When the sun comes up
You got all the books
You got all the tapes
You got all the access
Now it's time to hunt
Let me break down, down the law
The bass'll make you sick
And put a tear in your eye
Them motherfuckers, still tryin' to catch me
Grip when I flip
Enough lip on the corners
Cold heartedly attacking the wackin'
I can swing the flavour on the old school tracking
You know that I'm shakin' 'n' bakin' 'n' fakin' on this
With steady pace on the assist