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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 on that
Motherfuckin shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it anger, paid all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, slowly to the
grip
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 took my and
the cop
Dj paul looked at me, without a sweat
haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
Broke his
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 bumpin loud 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 crazy mane, razor cuttin in my

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

Shootin' up me block, me glock, it woulda
ol' k-rock
Finna be cockin', attackin' and
And droppin' these coppers like niggas
can't pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' them 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
Trippin I'm no lip
Niggas I'm your musical style
klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When they pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, we have no
witness, fuckin

-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 of attention, pimpin'
Ass nigga as mc

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

Bustas trying to playa 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 this fuckin trick, we like
A fuckin
Provoke me, joke me, play me, me buck your
Bitch ass, pull card
We late at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see hard
I ask myself the question why watermelon
Niggas wanna cramp my
Jealous 'cause I'm on gold and sweatin these
up out they 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 killa klan kaze)
There's no love up in a nigga when I'm for
A
When you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks,
Bitches with no
So in a minute that's you lie dead, from the
Buckshot your chest, bullets
ripping and stripping and home again and worn
To
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I them bitches
Scared horror
Of the corpses that I sufferer, in them

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

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

till end