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(killa kaze)

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

(k-rock from killa kaze)
Now I was coming in up in memphis on
Motherfuckin real
in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my
Dues to the 6
Scanman take your hand, slowly grab to the
Pistol
See crunchy black up in the 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 looked at me, without a sweat
haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
Broke his
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, like a
bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new
For
Mystic styles bumpin loud in the sand bring a

Chevy thang with your clip, project with the

'cause show me love, k-rock in the fuckin

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

Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my I'm the man
Rappin' no fuckin thang, triple 6 be

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

'cause the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin'
I'm taking no lip
Niggas I'm droppin musical style
Killa klan gonna them bitches, catchin 'em
When steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

(mc mack from klan kaze)
I got a sweeper just to keep these playa
Hater up off my back
But yet I'm always the center of attention,
Ass nigga as mc

You best I'm packin ammunition for these
Busta
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp done
to riches
Hustling on the track, my is stackin, 'cause i'm
heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break knees
(god-daaamn!) the mack is

Bustas trying to playa me, but they cannot
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc will
Never
I'm cheffin like an indian and thats the of
I'm in
I'm wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
A wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me your
Bitch ass, pull card
We creepin late at with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see who's
I ask myself the question why watermelon
Niggas wanna my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on and sweatin these
up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the impact of the mack,
the first of the month
And we breakin in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a

4x

(scanman from klan kaze)
There's no love up in a 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 home again and
To
Pimp killa scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared horror
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in

The morning, the crying, eternally they torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my bitch
rise back up on you niggas real quick just
Like the dead
My master with evil to devour you bitches
burn in hell
I'm clickin with form the triple six killa

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

till end