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(killa kaze)

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

(k-rock from klan kaze)
Now I was coming in up in memphis on
Motherfuckin shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, grab to the
grip
See black up in the back loading up my
clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I catch no murder

I over, got my glizz,i took my hand and
the cop
Dj paul looked at me, nervously a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, the dope mane
Broke his
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging a
bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather
memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
For
Mystic styles loud in the sand ford bring a

Chevy thang your clip, project with the fuckin

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

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

Maybe I'll be babies, fuck my lady 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 droppin' these like enemy niggas
That pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' limpin the triple 6
Now I'm back when I been on the wit the

'cause the dj pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
Trippin I'm no lip
Niggas I'm droppin musical style
Killa klan gonna blast bitches, catchin 'em
they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we no
Fuckin witness,

-4x

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

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

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

4x

(scanman killa klan kaze)
no love up in a nigga when I'm creepin for
A
When you slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
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 scan the man, I leave them bitches
Scared horror
Of the corpses I toture sufferer, in them

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

The anger that's in me got me man
I'm lurkin I'm creepin, here 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 young bitches and rip
Them, in
No love

till end