Killa Klan (8x)

Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago

(cities differ for each chorus)



[Juicy J]

Late last nite, I was in the bed, eyes red

Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said

Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs

Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up

Don't cross the line, yellow take the police brand up

Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up

I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhan

I can be a terroist to the government like a taliban

Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on

Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phones

Don't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the dope

And we gon' smoke we till the break of dawn

Trapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon

And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here

But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here



Chorus (2X)



[Crunchy Blac]

First I'm gonna catch the bitch

Then I'm gonna beat the bitch

Then I'm gonna bury bitch

Shouldn't of been talkin' shit

You knew who you was fuckin wit

Fuckin wit the fuckin best

She who you fuckin been

Now I'm aimin' at yo chest

This goes out to all of y'all

All of y'all be talkin' shit

Slip the clip up in the gun

Then commence to bust a nig

Bust a nig, at ya dawg

Watchin' you niggas fall

Screamin' out like a bitch

Mane that's just some petty shit



[Lord Infamous]

I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya

I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher

Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty hunta

Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya unconscious

Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer

Lord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta

This is the unda, buried by yo momma

Not only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya



Chorus (2x)



[Juicy J]

Picture this, you a juror and you on the stand

And you about the judge the life of a black man

Young brotha from the hood made it rappin' and

Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grand

Here's the story he got caught wit some fire arms

By a crooked ass cop wit his siren awn

He was known as a felon made it bigga than state

The whole case turned fed made him lose his faith

Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for crooks

Because ten years ago he was appointed by bush

Republican white man, and he don't give a fuck

If the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck

Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust

All this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us

Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car

Deliberation it was time for the jury to star



Killa Klan (fade out)



RIP jesse deane ~2002~