(Killa Klan Kaze)





[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

motherfuckin real shit

Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my

dues to Triple the 6

Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to 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, got my glizz,I took my hand and

popped the cop

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, playaz, we got brand new tape

for sale

Mystic Styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a

crowd

chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin

pump

Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked'em in the fuckin

trunk

Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in 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 the trigger, I figure this pimpin'

that's livin' them limpin 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 I'm droppin your musical style

Killa Klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em

when they steady pimpin'

Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no

fuckin witness, fuckin

witness



[Chorus] -4x



(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, aint no thing, a pimp done went

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 sawed off in my game, but MC Mack will

never change

I'm cheffin like an Indian and thats the type of

stage I'm in

I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin 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 wanna cramp 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



[Chorus]- 4x



(Scanman 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, from the

buckshot through your chest, bullets

fled Ripping and stripping and home again and worn

to shreds

Pimp shit killa Scan the Man, I leave them bitches

scared from horror

Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in them

chambers

The morning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment

The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch

I'll rise back up on you niggas real quick just

like the evil dead

My master with evil powers to devour you bitches

that burn in hell

i'm clickin with madness form the triple six killa

demons

The anger that's in me got me 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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