Killa Klan

Come get this, big business

Motherfucker be a witnessKilla 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