Be a Witness (Killa Klan Kaze) lyrics

[Intro]
Killa Klan Kaze

[Chorus: K-Rock]
Killa klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness

[Verse 1]
Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that
Motherf*ckin real sh*t
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my
Dues to triple the 6
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
Bumblebee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South Memphis, killa', playaz, we got brand new tape
For sale
Mystic styles bumpin' loud in the sand ford bring a
Crowd
Chevy thang with your clip, project with the f*ckin'
Pump
'Cause show me love, K-Rock locked'em in the f*ckin'
Trunk
Damn, I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin' in my
Hand
Maybe I'll be savin babies, f*ck my lady I'm the man
Rappin' ain't no f*ckin thang, Triple 6 be
Biggity-bangin'
Shootin' up me block, witta' me Glock, it woulda
Been ol' K-Rock
Finna be c*ckin', attackin' and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like enemy n*ggas
That can't pull the trigger, I figure this pimpin'
That's livin' them limpin' the Triple 6
Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the
Scarecrow
'Cause the DJ Paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
Trippin', I'm taking no lip
n*ggas, I'm droppin' your musical style
Killa Klan gonna blast them b*tches, catchin' 'em
When they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warned your ass, b*tch we have no
f*ckin witness, f*ckin
Witness
[Chorus: K-Rock]
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness

[Verse 2: MC Mack]
I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa
Hater n*ggas up off my back
But yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin'
Ass n*gga 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', 'cause I'm
Breakin heifers
Make my cheese, b*tch break your knees
(Goddamn) 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 f*ckin' trick, we stangin' like
A f*ckin wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
b*tch 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 watermelons?"
n*ggas 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' b*tches
Hoe so be a witness, be a witness
[Chorus: K-Rock]
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness

[Verse 3: Scanman]
There's no love up in a n*gga when I'm creepin' for
A killing
When you b*tches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin'
b*tches 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 sh*t killa scan the man, I leave them b*tches
Scared from horror
Of the corpses that I torture sufferer, in them
Chambers
The morning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment
The burning (Shhhh) In the bottom of my pits b*tch
I'll rise back up on you n*ggas real quick just
Like the evil dead
My master with evil powers to devour you b*tches
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 b*tches to rot
In them ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young b*tches and rip
Them, in pieces
No love b*tch
[Chorus: K-Rock]
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherf*cker, be a witness