(feat. Killa Klan Kaze)



[Chorus]

Killa Klan, come get this, big business, motherfucker be a witness



[K-Rock from Killa Klan Kaze]

Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that muthafuckin real shit

Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my dues to Triple the 6

Scan Man might take your ass, slowly grab the pistol grip 

See Crunchy Black up in the back loading up my extra clip

Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder case

I pulled over, grabbed my glizzock, took my hand and popped tthe car

DJ Paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat

Carlo Haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane broke his neck

Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a bumble bee

European Chevy Thang pop out woodgrain leather seats

South Memphis Killa Playas, we got brand new tapes for sale

"Mystic Stylez" bumpin loud, in the South we bring a crowd

Chevy Thang finna go clean, car jack wit the fuckin pump

Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked 'em in the fuckin trunk

Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuts on my hand

Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man

Rappin' aint no fuckin thang, triple 6 be biggity-bangin'

Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda been ol' K-Rock

Finna be cockin', attackin' and poppin' 

and droppin' these coppers like enemy niggas 

That can't pull a trigger, I figure this pimpin' 

that's leavin' them limp the Triple 6

Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the Scarecrow 

Cuz the DJ Paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're trippin I'm taking no lip

Niggas are droppin their musical styles

Killa Klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em when they ??? pimpin'

Triple 6 done warned your ass, bitch we have no fuckin witness, fuckin witness



[Chorus x4]



[MC Mack from Killa Klan Kaze]

I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa hater niggas up off my back

But yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin' ass nigga known as MC Mack

You best believe I'm packin ammunition for these busta snitches

Stangin, robbin, ain't no thang, a pimp done went from rags to riches

Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz I'm breakin heifers

Make my cheese, bitch break your knees (god-DAAAMN!) the pimpin mack is clever

Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot aggravate me

Droppin salt off in my game, but MC Mack will never change

I'm chiefin like an Indian and thats the type of stage I'm in

I'm blastin wit this ??? trick, we stingin like a fuckin wasp

Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me, buck your bitch ass, pull your card

We creepin late at night with them thangs on the roody-poo, 

trick lets see who's hard

I ask myself the question why these watermelon niggas want test my pimpin

Jealous cuz I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these hoes up out they clothes

So brace yourself for the impact of the Mack, this aint the first of the month

And we breakin bones in half, and blastin bitches

Hoe so be a witness, be a witness



[Chorus x4]



[Scan Man from Killa Klan Kaze]

There's no love up in a nigga when I'm creepin for a killing

When you bitches slips, the Mac-10 clicks, buckin bitches with no patience

So in a minute that's when you lie dead , runnin through your crest, bullets 

fled Ripping and stripping [???] and worn to shreds

Pimp shit killa Scan the Man, I leave them bitches scared from horror

Of the corpses that I torture sufferer, in them chambers

The mourning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment

The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch

I'm raising back up on you niggas real quick just like the evil dead

My master whatever powers to devour you bitches that burn in hell

I'm clickin with madness from the Triple 6 killa demons

The anger that's in me has got me spittin bitches crazed man

I'm lurkin I'm creepin, here come the Scan Man

Sneakin in to drop a Mac-10 bomb and leave bodies in a slum

The Killa Klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot in them ditches

When vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip them, in pieces 

No love bitch



[Chorus till end]