(feat. Killa Klan Kaze)

[Chorus]

Killa Klan, come get this, big business, mother$#&@er be a witness

[K-Rock from Killa Klan Kaze]

Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that mutha$#&@in real %#@!
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my dues to Triple the 6
Scan Man might take your $$#, 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 $#&@in pump
Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked 'em in the $#&@in trunk
Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuts on my hand

Maybe I'll be savin babies, $#&@ my lady I'm the man
Rappin' aint no $#&@in thang, triple 6 be biggity-bangin'
Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda been ol' K-Rock

Finna be @@#!in', attackin' and poppin'
and droppin' these coppers like enemy ^!$$%s
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

^!$$%s are droppin their musical styles
Killa Klan gonna blast them (*##$es, catchin 'em when they ??? pimpin'
Triple 6 done warned your $$#, (*##$ we have no $#&@in witness, $#&@in witness


[Chorus x4]


[MC Mack from Killa Klan Kaze]
I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa hater ^!$$%s up off my back
But yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin' $$# ^!$$% 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, (*##$ 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 $#&@in wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me, buck your (*##$ $$#, 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 ^!$$%s 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 (*##$es

Hoe so be a witness, be a witness

[Chorus x4]


[Scan Man from Killa Klan Kaze]
There's no love up in a ^!$$% when I'm creepin for a killing

When you (*##$es slips, the Mac-10 clicks, buckin (*##$es 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 %#@! killa Scan the Man, I leave them (*##$es 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 (*##$
I'm raising back up on you ^!$$%s real quick just like the evil dead
My master whatever powers to devour you (*##$es 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 (*##$es 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 (*##$es to rot in them ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young (*##$es and rip them, in pieces

No love (*##$

[Chorus till end]