[Hook]
k**a Klan
Come get this, big business, motherf**er be a witness
[Verse 1: K-Rock, from k**a Klan Kaze]
Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that muthaf**in real sh**
Bullets in chamber, filled up with anger, paid all my dues to Triple the 6
Scan Man might take your a**, slowly grab the pistol grip
See Crunchy Black up in the back seat 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 the 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 k**a 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 f**in pump
Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked 'em in the f**in trunk
Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuts on my hand
Maybe I'll be savin babies, f** my lady I'm the man
Rappin' ain't no f**in thang, Triple 6 be biggity-bang
Shootin' me up me block, witta me Glock, and that man known K-Rock
Finna be co*kin', attackin' and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like enemy n***as
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
n***as are droppin their musical styles
k**a Klan gonna blast them b**hes, catchin 'em when they ??? pimpin'
Triple 6 done warned your a**, b**h we have no f**in witness, f**in witness
[Hook] - 4x
[Verse 2: MC Mack, from k**a Klan Kaze]
I got a street sweeper j
Ust to keep these playa hater n***as up off my back
But yet I'm always the center of attention
Pimpin' a** n***a 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, b**h 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 f**in wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me, buck your b**h a**, 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 n***as 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 ain't the first of the month
And we breakin bones in half, and blastin b**hes
Ho so be a witness, be a witness
[Hook] - 4X
[Verse 3: Scan Man, from k**a Klan Kaze]
There's no love up in a n***a when I'm creepin for a k**ing
When you b**hes slips, the Mac-10 clicks, buckin b**hes 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 sh** k**a Scan the Man, I leave them b**hes 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 b**h
I'm raising back up on you n***as real quick just like the evil dead
My master whatever powers to devour you b**hes that burn in hell
I'm clickin with madness from the Triple 6 k**a demons
The anger that's in me has got me spittin b**hes 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 k**a Klan ma**acre, leavin them b**hes to rot in them ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young b**hes and rip them, in pieces
No love b**h
Chorus till end