k**a Klan Kaze - Be a Witness lyrics

[Hook] k**a Klan Come get this, big business, motherf**er be a witness [Verse 1: K-Rock, from k**a Klan Kaze] Now I was coming in up in Memphis on that muthaf**in real sh** Bullets in chamber, filled up with anger, paid all my dues to Triple the 6 Scan Man might take your a**, slowly grab the pistol grip See Crunchy Black up in the back seat loading up my extra clip Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder case I pulled over, grabbed my glizzock, took my hand and popped the car 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 k**a Playas, we got brand new tapes for sale "Mystic Stylez" bumpin loud, in the South we bring a crowd Chevy Thang finna go clean, car jack wit the f**in pump Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked 'em in the f**in trunk Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuts on my hand Maybe I'll be savin babies, f** my lady I'm the man Rappin' ain't no f**in thang, Triple 6 be biggity-bang Shootin' me up me block, witta me Glock, and that man known K-Rock Finna be co*kin', attackin' and poppin' And droppin' these coppers like enemy n***as That can't pull a trigger, I figure this pimpin' That's leavin' them limp the Triple 6 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 n***as are droppin their musical styles k**a Klan gonna blast them b**hes, catchin 'em when they ??? pimpin' Triple 6 done warned your a**, b**h we have no f**in witness, f**in witness [Hook] - 4x [Verse 2: MC Mack, from k**a Klan Kaze] I got a street sweeper j Ust to keep these playa hater n***as up off my back But yet I'm always the center of attention Pimpin' a** n***a known as MC Mack You best believe I'm packin ammunition For these busta snitches Stangin, robbin, ain't no thang A pimp done went from rags to riches Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin Cuz I'm breakin heifers Make my cheese, b**h break your knees (god-DAAAMN!) The pimpin mack is clever Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot aggravate me Droppin salt off in my game, but MC Mack will never change I'm chiefin like an Indian and thats the type of stage I'm in I'm blastin wit this ??? trick, we stingin like a f**in wasp Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me, buck your b**h a**, 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 n***as want test 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**hes Ho so be a witness, be a witness [Hook] - 4X [Verse 3: Scan Man, from k**a Klan Kaze] There's no love up in a n***a when I'm creepin for a k**ing When you b**hes slips, the Mac-10 clicks, buckin b**hes with no patience So in a minute that's when you lie dead , runnin through your crest, bullets Fled Ripping and stripping ??? and worn to shreds Pimp sh** k**a Scan the Man, I leave them b**hes scared from horror Of the corpses that I torture sufferer, in them chambers The mourning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits b**h I'm raising back up on you n***as real quick just like the evil dead My master whatever powers to devour you b**hes that burn in hell I'm clickin with madness from the Triple 6 k**a demons The anger that's in me has got me spittin b**hes 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 k**a Klan ma**acre, leavin them b**hes to rot in them ditches When vengeance of demons slit young b**hes and rip them, in pieces No love b**h Chorus till end