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