[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness (Killa Klan)
I don't need this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
[Verse 1: K-Rock]
Now, I was comin' in up in Memphis on that motherfuckin' real shit
Bullets in chamber, filled up with anger
Paid all my dues, so I'll Triple the 6
Scan Man may take your hand, slowly grab to the pistol grip
To the Crunchy Black up in the backseat, loadin' up my extra clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder case
I pulled over, grabbed my glizzock to my hand and parked the car
DJ Paul looked at me nervously without a sweat
Carlo Haywood got his check
Robbed the dopemane, broke his neck
Ox and Vogues put up on hoes, stangin' like a bumble bee
European Chevy Thang, pop out woodgrain, leather seats
South Memphis Killa Playas, we got brand new tapes for sale
"Mystic Stylez" bumpin' loud, in the South, we bring a crowd
Chevy Thang, pretty gold clean, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Cuh 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'd be savin' babies, fuck my lady, I'm the man
Rappin' ain't no fuckin' thing, Triple 6 be biggity-bang
Shootin' in up in me block, with a me Glock
And that man known K-Rock
Pulled out my Glock and attack and go poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like enemies
Niggas that can't pull the trigger
I figure this pimpin' that's leavin' them limpin'
The Triple 6 diamond back
When I been on the track with the gas and the grill
'cause thats why DJ Paul poppin' the clip
And no slippin', you're trippin', I'm pimpin', no lip
Niggas are droppin' these mystical styles
Killa Klan gon' blast them bitches
Catchin 'em when they slippin', pimpin'
Triple 6 done warned your ass
Bitch, we have no fuckin' witness
(Fuckin' witness, fuckin' witness)
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness (Killa Klan)
I don't need this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, motherfucker, be a witness
[Verse 1: K-Rock]
Now, I was comin' in up in Memphis on that motherfuckin' real shit
Bullets in chamber, filled up with anger
Paid all my dues, so I'll Triple the 6
Scan Man may take your hand, slowly grab to the pistol grip
To the Crunchy Black up in the backseat, loadin' up my extra clip
Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder case
I pulled over, grabbed my glizzock to my hand and parked the car
DJ Paul looked at me nervously without a sweat
Carlo Haywood got his check
Robbed the dopemane, broke his neck
Ox and Vogues put up on hoes, stangin' like a bumble bee
European Chevy Thang, pop out woodgrain, leather seats
South Memphis Killa Playas, we got brand new tapes for sale
"Mystic Stylez" bumpin' loud, in the South, we bring a crowd
Chevy Thang, pretty gold clean, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Cuh 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'd be savin' babies, fuck my lady, I'm the man
Rappin' ain't no fuckin' thing, Triple 6 be biggity-bang
Shootin' in up in me block, with a me Glock
And that man known K-Rock
Pulled out my Glock and attack and go poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like enemies
Niggas that can't pull the trigger
I figure this pimpin' that's leavin' them limpin'
The Triple 6 diamond back
When I been on the track with the gas and the grill
'cause thats why DJ Paul poppin' the clip
And no slippin', you're trippin', I'm pimpin', no lip
Niggas are droppin' these mystical styles
Killa Klan gon' blast them bitches
Catchin 'em when they slippin', pimpin'
Triple 6 done warned your ass
Bitch, we have no fuckin' witness
(Fuckin' witness, fuckin' witness)
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