The Law

I got the ones that are crazy type fly

I got the ones that are crazy type fly

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 motherf**kers, still trying to catch me

Let me break down, down the law

Them motherf**kers, still trying 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 motherf**kers, still trying to catch me

Grip when I flip

Enough lip on the corners

Cold heartedly attacking the wacking

I can swing the flavour on the old school tracking

You know that I'm shaking and baking and faking on this

With steady pace on the assist