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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
                            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

                            Chorus till end

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