[Chorus] Killa Klan, come get this, big business, motherfucker be a witness
(K-Rock from Killa Klan Kaze) Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that muthafuckin real shit Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my dues to Triple the 6 Scan Man might take your ass, slowly grab the pistol grip See Crunchy Black up in the back loading up my extra clip Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder case I pulled over, grabbed my glizzock, took my hand and popped tthe car DJ Paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat Carlo Haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane broke his neck Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a bumble bee European Chevy Thang pop out woodgrain leather seats South Memphis Killa Playas, we got brand new tapes for sale "Mystic Stylez" bumpin loud, in the South we bring a crowd Chevy Thang finna go clean, car jack wit the fuckin pump Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked 'em in the fuckin trunk Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuts on my hand Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man Rappin' aint no fuckin thang, triple 6 be biggity-bangin' Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda been ol' K-Rock Finna be cockin', attackin' and poppin' and droppin' these coppers like enemy niggas That can't pull a trigger, I figure this pimpin' that's leavin' them limp the Triple 6 Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the Scarecrow Cuz the DJ Paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're trippin I'm taking no lip Niggas are droppin their musical styles Killa Klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em when they ??? pimpin' Triple 6 done warned your ass, bitch we have no fuckin witness, fuckin witness
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(MC Mack from Killa Klan Kaze) I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa hater niggas up off my back But yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin' ass nigga known as MC Mack You best believe I'm packin ammunition for these busta snitches Stangin, robbin, ain't no thang, a pimp done went from rags to riches Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz I'm breakin heifers Make my cheese, bitch break your knees (god-DAAAMN!) the pimpin mack is clever Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot aggravate me Droppin salt off in my game, but MC Mack will never change I'm chiefin like an Indian and thats the type of stage I'm in I'm blastin wit this ??? trick, we stingin like a fuckin wasp Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me, buck your bitch ass, pull your card We creepin late at night with them thangs on the roody-poo, trick lets see who's hard I ask myself the question why these watermelon niggas want test my pimpin Jealous cuz I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these hoes up out they clothes So brace yourself for the impact of the Mack, this aint the first of the month And we breakin bones in half, and blastin bitches Hoe so be a witness, be a witness
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(Scan Man from Killa Klan Kaze) There's no love up in a nigga when I'm creepin for a killing When you bitches slips, the Mac-10 clicks, buckin bitches with no patience So in a minute that's when you lie dead , runnin through your crest, bullets fled Ripping and stripping ??? and worn to shreds Pimp shit killa Scan the Man, I leave them bitches scared from horror Of the corpses that I torture sufferer, in them chambers The mourning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch I'm raising back up on you niggas real quick just like the evil dead My master whatever powers to devour you bitches that burn in hell I'm clickin with madness from the Triple 6 killa demons The anger that's in me has got me spittin bitches crazed man I'm lurkin I'm creepin, here come the Scan Man Sneakin in to drop a Mac-10 bomb and leave bodies in a slum The Killa Klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot in them ditches When vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip them, in pieces No love bitch
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