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(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 SongtexteSouth 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 Chorus till end Aus Songtexte Mania