[Verse 1: K-Rock]
Ho, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a jump and run a man through da crowd man you know gimme sumthin - brrrap, bap
My niggas don't stoppin' with da K-Rock rockin', don't fuck with dis shit
Say if you with me, say if you with me, mon
We buck 'em down, we buck 'em down, only one
Comin' up out that back door
Slangin' my yayo, roll on them po-po's
Jump in that Viper, smokin' that indo
Makin' that bankroll, stupid ass bitches don't you know
Killa Klan Kaze playas gon' make them goddamn profits, ho
[Verse 2: MC Mack]
Chillin' down on lower level, waitin' for my time to come
With this fool a million styles or maybe I just might make bond
Releasin' me on my own [?] back on the streets with no employment
Without no cheese up in my pocket, tell me how can I have enjoyment?
Throughout my life, say mo shit, knowin' MC Mack don't love no bitch
Because if I loved them I can't trust em, breakin' these broads gonna make me rich
The Kaze, my Klan is my click, must buck cuz there's no testin' us
Pop 'em and drop 'em, lock 'em and top 'em all up in my trunk
[Verse 3: M-Child]
Dynamite I'm tossin', haters crossin', it's the end bitch
You run into bullet proof, ho we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P, erasin' niggas that wanna splurge
With flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Spielberg
Deep into da mound ain't nothin' but killas up in da dark
I'm creepin with the hatchet with slicin' bodyparts in da park
Moon full of blood - could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer?
I'm sneakin' and creepin' and blowin' up shit like da Una Bomber
BITCH
Ho, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a jump and run a man through da crowd man you know gimme sumthin - brrrap, bap
My niggas don't stoppin' with da K-Rock rockin', don't fuck with dis shit
Say if you with me, say if you with me, mon
We buck 'em down, we buck 'em down, only one
Comin' up out that back door
Slangin' my yayo, roll on them po-po's
Jump in that Viper, smokin' that indo
Makin' that bankroll, stupid ass bitches don't you know
Killa Klan Kaze playas gon' make them goddamn profits, ho
[Verse 2: MC Mack]
Chillin' down on lower level, waitin' for my time to come
With this fool a million styles or maybe I just might make bond
Releasin' me on my own [?] back on the streets with no employment
Without no cheese up in my pocket, tell me how can I have enjoyment?
Throughout my life, say mo shit, knowin' MC Mack don't love no bitch
Because if I loved them I can't trust em, breakin' these broads gonna make me rich
The Kaze, my Klan is my click, must buck cuz there's no testin' us
Pop 'em and drop 'em, lock 'em and top 'em all up in my trunk
[Verse 3: M-Child]
Dynamite I'm tossin', haters crossin', it's the end bitch
You run into bullet proof, ho we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P, erasin' niggas that wanna splurge
With flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Spielberg
Deep into da mound ain't nothin' but killas up in da dark
I'm creepin with the hatchet with slicin' bodyparts in da park
Moon full of blood - could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer?
I'm sneakin' and creepin' and blowin' up shit like da Una Bomber
BITCH
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