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(killa kaze)

Killa klan, get this, big business,
be a witness

(k-rock from klan kaze)
Now I was coming in up in memphis on
Motherfuckin shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it anger, paid all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might your hand, slowly grab to the
grip
See black up in the back loading up my
clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't no murder

I pulled over, got my glizz,i my hand and
the cop
Dj paul at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope
Broke his
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging a
bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new
For
Mystic styles loud in the sand ford bring a

Chevy thang your clip, project with the fuckin

'cause me love, k-rock locked'em in the fuckin

Damn I'm going crazy mane, blade cuttin in my

Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my I'm the man
ain't no fuckin thang, triple 6 be

Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it
Been ol'
Finna be cockin', attackin' and
And these coppers like enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I this pimpin'
That's livin' them limpin the 6
Now I'm when I been on the track wit the

'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no you're
I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm droppin your musical
Killa klan blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When they steady
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, we have no
witness, fuckin

-4x

(mc from killa klan kaze)
I got a street sweeper just to keep these
Hater niggas up off my
But yet I'm always the of attention, pimpin'
Ass nigga as mc

You best believe I'm ammunition for these
snitches
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp went
to riches
Hustling on the track, my is stackin, 'cause i'm
heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break your
(god-daaamn!) the pimpin is

Bustas trying to playa hate me, but cannot
me
Droppin off in my game, but mc mack will
change
I'm cheffin like an and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm blastin wit fuckin trick, we stangin like
A fuckin
Provoke me, joke me, play me, me buck your
Bitch ass, pull your
We creepin late at with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see who's
I ask the question why these watermelon
wanna cramp my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and these
Hoes up out they
So brace for the impact of the mack, this
Aint the of the month
And we breakin in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman killa klan kaze)
There's no up in a nigga when I'm creepin for
A
When you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks,
with no patience
So in a that's when you lie dead, from the
through your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and again and worn
To
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I them bitches
Scared horror
Of the corpses I toture sufferer, in them

The morning, the crying, 'cause eternally torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my bitch
I'll rise back up on you real quick just
the evil dead
My master with evil powers to devour you
That burn in
I'm clickin with madness form the triple six

The anger in me got me crazed man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, here the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave
In a
The killa klan massacre, them bitches to rot
In ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young and rip
Them, in
No bitch

till end