Three 6 Mafia - Be a Witness lyrics

(k**a klan kaze) [chorus] k**a klan, come get this, big business, Motherf**er be a witness (k-rock from k**a klan kaze) Now I was coming in up in memphis on that Motherf**in real sh** 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 Bumble bee European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather seats South memphis, k**a, 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**in Pump 'cause show me love, k-rock locked'em in the f**in Trunk Damn I'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in 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-bangin' Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda Been ol' k-rock Finna be co*kin', attackin' and poppin' And droppin' these coppers like enemy n***as 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***as I'm droppin your musical style k**a klan gonna blast them b**hes, catchin 'em When they steady pimpin' Triple 6 gonna warrned your a**, b**h we have no f**in witness, f**in Witness [chorus] -4x (mc mack from k**a klan kaze) I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa Hater n***as up off my back But yet I'm always the center of attention, pimpin' Ass n***a 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**h break your knees (god-daaamn!) 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 thats the type of Stage I'm in I'm blastin wit this f**in trick, we stangin 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 wanna cramp my pimpin Jealous 'cause I'm ridin on gold and sweatin these Hoes up out they clothes So brace yourself for the impact of the mack, this Aint the first of the month And we breakin bones in half, and blastin b**hes Hoe so be a witness, be a witness [chorus]- 4x (scanman 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, from the Buckshot through your chest, bullets Fled ripping and stripping and home again and worn To shreds Pimp sh** k**a scan the man, I leave them b**hes Scared from horror Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in them Chambers The morning, the crying, 'cause eternally they torment The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits b**h I'll rise back up on you n***as real quick just Like the evil dead My master with evil powers to devour you b**hes That burn in hell I'm clickin with madness form the triple six k**a 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 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