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