(Killa Klan Kaze)
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[Chorus]
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Killa Klan, come get this, big business,
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motherfucker be a witness
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(K-Rock from Killa Klan Kaze)
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Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that
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motherfuckin real shit
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Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my
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dues to Triple the 6
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Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to the
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pistol grip
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See Crunchy Black up in the back loading up my
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extra clip
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Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder
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case
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I pulled over, got my glizz,I took my hand and
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popped the cop
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DJ Paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat
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Carlo Haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
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broke his neck
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OX and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a
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bumble bee
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European Chevy Thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
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South Memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
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for sale
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Mystic Styles bumpin loud in the south we bring a
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crowd
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chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin
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pump
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Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked'em in the fuckin
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trunk
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Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in my
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hand
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Maybe I'll be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man
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Rappin' aint no fuckin thang, triple 6 be
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biggity-bangin'
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Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda
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been ol' K-Rock
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Finna be cockin', attackin' and poppin'
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and droppin' these coppers like enemy niggas
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That can't pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
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that's livin' them limpin the Triple 6
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Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the
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Scarecrow
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Cuz the DJ Paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
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trippin I'm taking no lip
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Niggas I'm droppin your musical style
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Killa Klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
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when they steady pimpin'
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Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no
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fuckin witness, fuckin
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witness
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[Chorus] -4x
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(MC Mack from Killa Klan Kaze)
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I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa
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hater niggas up off my back
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But yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin'
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ass nigga known as MC
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Mack
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You best believe I'm packin ammunition for these
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busta snitches
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Stangin, robbin, aint no thing, a pimp done went
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rags to riches
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Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz I'm
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breakin heifers
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Make my cheese, bitch break your knees
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(god-DAAAMN!) the pimpin mack is
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clever
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Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot
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aggravate me
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Droppin sawed off in my game, but MC Mack will
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never change
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I'm cheffin like an Indian and thats the type of
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stage I'm in
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I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
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a fuckin wasp
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Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
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bitch ass, pull your card
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We creepin late at night with them thangs on the
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roody-poo,
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trick lets see who's hard
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| I ask myself the question why these |
