Be a Witness (Killa Klan Kaze)

Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that Motherfuckin' real shit Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger Paid all my dues to-a Triple the Six Scanman might take your hand Slowly grab to 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, got my glizz, I took my hand and popped the cop 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', playaz, we got brand new tapes for sale Mystic Styles bumpin' loud in the sand ford bring a crowd Chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin pump Cuz, show me love, K-Rock locked'em in the fuckin' trunk Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin' in my Hand Maybe I'll be savin' babies, fuck my lady I'm the man Rappin' aint no fuckin thang, Triple Six 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 coppas like enemy niggas That can't pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin' That's livin' them limpin' the Triple Six 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 I'm droppin' your musical style Killa Klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin' 'em When they steady pimpin' Triple Six gonna warned your ass Bitch we have no fuckin' witness, fuckin' witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness 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 thing, a pimp done went rags to riches Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz I'm breakin' heifers Make my cheese, bitch break your knees (God-DAMN!) the pimpin' Mack is clever Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot aggravate me Droppin' sawed off in my game, but MC Mack will never change I'm cheffin' like an Indian and that's the type of stage I'm in I'm blastin' wit this fuckin trick, we stangin' 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 wanna cramp 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' bitches Hoe, so be a witness, be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness 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, from the Buckshot through your chest Bullets fled, ripping and stripping and home again 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 morning, the crying, cuz' eternally they torment The burning (shh) in the bottom of my pits bitch I'll rise back up on you niggas real quick, just like the evil dead My master with evil powers to devour you bitches that burn in hell I'm clickin' with madness form the Triple Six killa' demons The anger that's in me got me 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 Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Killa Klan Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness Yeah, this MC Mack with the clique, The Killa Klan, you know what I'm sayin' Coming at yo ass for the 9-6, my nigga K-Roc and ScanMan in about this bitch, hoe Come get this, big business Motherfucker be a witness