Three 6 Mafia - Be A Witness Lyrics
(killa klan kaze)[chorus]Killa klan, come get this, big business,Mother*****er be a witness(k-rock from killa klan kaze)Now i was coming in up in memphis on thatMother*****in real shitBullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all myDues to triple the 6Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to thePistol gripSee crunchy black up in the back loading up myExtra clipCoppers got me in a chase, i can't catch no murderCaseI pulled over, got my glizz,i took my hand andPopped the copDj paul looked at me, nervously without a sweatCarlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope maneBroke his neckOx and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like aBumble beeEuropean chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather seatsSouth memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tapeFor saleMystic styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring aCrowdChevy thang with your clip, project with the *****inPumpCuz show me love, k-rock locked'em in the *****inTrunkDamn i'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in myHandMaybe i'll be savin babies, ***** my lady i'm the manRappin' aint no *****in thang, triple 6 beBiggity-bangin'Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it wouldaBeen ol' k-rockFinna be *****in', attackin' and poppin'And droppin' these coppers like enemy niggasThat can't pull the trigger, i figure this pimpin'That's livin' them limpin the triple 6Now i'm back when i been on the track wit theScarecrowCuz the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you'reTrippin i'm taking no lipNiggas i'm droppin your musical styleKilla klan gonna blast them *****es, catchin 'emWhen they steady pimpin'Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, ***** we have no*****in witness, *****inWitness[chorus] -4x(mc mack from killa klan kaze)I got a street sweeper just to keep these playaHater niggas up off my backBut yet i'm always the center of attention, pimpin'Ass nigga known as mcMackYou best believe i'm packin ammunition for theseBusta snitchesStangin, robbin, aint no thing, a pimp done wentRags to richesHustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz i'mBreakin heifersMake my cheese, ***** break your knees(god-daaamn!) the pimpin mack isCleverBustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannotAggravate meDroppin sawed off in my game, but mc mack willNever changeI'm cheffin like an indian and thats the type ofStage i'm inI'm blastin wit this *****in trick, we stangin likeA *****in waspProvoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck your***** ass, pull your cardWe creepin late at night with them thangs on theRoody-poo,Trick lets see who's hardI ask myself the question why these watermelonNiggas wanna cramp my pimpinJealous cuz i'm ridin on gold and sweatin theseHoes up out they clothesSo brace yourself for the impact of the mack, thisAint the first of the monthAnd we breakin bones in half, and blastin *****esHoe so be a witness, be a witness[chorus]- 4x(scanman from killa klan kaze)There's no love up in a nigga when i'm creepin forA killingWhen you *****es slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin*****es with no patienceSo in a minute that's when you lie dead, from theBuckshot through your chest, bulletsFled ripping and stripping and home again and wornTo shredsPimp shit killa scan the man, i leave them *****esScared from horrorOf the corpses that i toture sufferer, in themChambersThe morning, the crying, cuz eternally they tormentThe burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits *****I'll rise back up on you niggas real quick justLike the evil deadMy master with evil powers to devour you *****esThat burn in hellI'm clickin with madness form the triple six killaDemonsThe anger that's in me got me crazed manI'm lurkin i'm creepin, here come the scan manSneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave bodiesIn a slumThe killa klan massacre, leavin them *****es to rotIn them ditchesWhen vengeance of demons slit young *****es and ripThem, in piecesNo love *****Chorus till end
