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(killa kaze)

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

(k-rock killa klan kaze)
Now I was in up in memphis on that
Motherfuckin real
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, all my
to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, grab to the
Pistol
See black up in the back loading up my
Extra
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, nervously a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope
Broke his
Ox and put up on hoes, stinging like a
bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got new tape
For
Mystic styles bumpin in the sand ford bring a

Chevy thang with your clip, with the fuckin

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

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

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

Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it
ol' k-rock
Finna be cockin', and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like niggas
That can't pull the trigger, I this pimpin'
That's them limpin the triple 6
Now I'm back I been on the track wit the

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

-4x

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

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

Bustas trying to playa me, but they cannot
me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc mack
change
I'm cheffin like an and thats the type of
I'm in
I'm wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
A fuckin
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me your
Bitch ass, pull card
We creepin late at night with them on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see who's
I ask the question why these watermelon
Niggas wanna my pimpin
Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and sweatin
up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the of the mack, this
Aint the first of the
And we breakin bones in half, and blastin
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
Bitches no patience
So in a that's when you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and home and worn
To
Pimp shit killa scan the man, I leave them
Scared horror
Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in

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

The anger in me got me crazed man
I'm I'm creepin, here come the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a bomb and leave bodies
In a
The klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot
In ditches
When vengeance of demons slit bitches and rip
Them, in
No bitch

till end