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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 on that
Motherfuckin real
Bullets in chamber, it with anger, paid all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, slowly to the
Pistol
See crunchy up in the back loading up my
Extra
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no

I over, got my glizz,i took my hand and
the cop
Dj looked at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, the dope mane
his neck
Ox and put up on hoes, stinging like a
bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather
memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
For
Mystic styles bumpin in the sand ford bring a

Chevy with your clip, project with the fuckin

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

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

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

Shootin' up me block, me glock, it woulda
Been ol'
Finna be cockin', attackin' and
And these coppers like enemy niggas
That pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
livin' them limpin the triple 6
Now I'm back when I 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 style
klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When they steady
6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

You believe I'm packin ammunition for these
Busta
Stangin, robbin, ain't no thing, a pimp done
Rags to
on the track, my ends is stackin, 'cause i'm
Breakin
Make my cheese, bitch break your
(god-daaamn!) the pimpin is

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

4x

(scanman from killa 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 minute that's you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through your chest,
Fled ripping and stripping and again and worn
To
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I leave them
Scared horror
Of the that I toture sufferer, in them

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

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

till end