Da Mafia 6ix - Break Da Law [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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

[Hook:]
Break Da Law (16x)

[Verse 1: DJ Paul and (Crunchy Black)]
Run up, if you wanna
It ain't nothing
I'll pull my gun up
I start to hunt 'em
That's all my things
I wanted dollar
I'm catching drains
Blow the whole thing
Your death is coming
I told them like I had it
But, like normal, bitch, I start it
Break the law, 94, 95
Now it's 2-13, and I'm still on the lines
Still they seeing nothing like me
Making mills and double digits
Bitches bad on me cause the
Niggas ain't get it
(A lot of niggas slipping in the dark
Glock for the bad
Glock for the God
For the (???) in the
I put this nigga body parts in the trunk
Playn with a bomb, but I hit 'em with the bang
Cut you in the whole, thought you knew that charm
Hit 'em like I hit everything in my mind)

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I don't need to act like a psychopathic lunatic
Fuck all that ruckus system cause I be so good and shit
Everytime I think about my brother Eric I get sick
Cause he's doin' a whole lot time in jail cause he didn't want a bitch
Got my mess of (?) I roll up in the Rover
Smoking, dringing cause I'm prom doing this shit on my own
I ain't saying shit, if you want some info I ain't the bitch
I'mma break the law because to me the system ain't shit

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca and (Lord Infamous)]
One more time, you hate my fam?
You gonna die, I ain't tell you, man
I can't sense this (???)
You gon'make it home, I know
D R E A Fame, many hoes down this, I'mma get payed
Loved my school, get away
Ever since a kid I had crazy Jays
All my classy millie ill killa
Sensible niggas, my monster Unick from Oklahoma
(Call this game my man Osama
Open up your chest and I snatch up your belongs
If a nigga get wrong, then a nigga catching honk
Cause you're not a nigga chump, peer the barrel of my gun
Your face is cold, my body's on the lunch
Cut the skin off your face and stick it to my palm
Nigga jumping like sideways, hit with my palm)