Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Be a Witness
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(killa klan kaze)[chorus]Killa klan, come get this, big business,Motherfucker be a witness(k-rock from killa klan kaze)Now I was coming in up in memphis on thatMotherfuckin 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 cant 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 fuckinPumpCuz show me love, k-rock lockedem in the fuckinTrunkDamn Im going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in myHandMaybe Ill be savin babies, fuck my lady Im the manRappin aint no fuckin thang, triple 6 beBiggity-banginShootin up me block, witta me glock, it wouldaBeen ol k-rockFinna be cockin, attackin and poppinAnd droppin these coppers like enemy niggasThat cant pull the trigger, I figure this pimpinThats livin them limpin the triple 6Now Im back when I been on the track wit theScarecrowCuz the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin youreTrippin Im taking no lipNiggas Im droppin your musical styleKilla klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin emWhen they steady pimpinTriple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have noFuckin witness, fuckinWitness[chorus] -4x(mc mack from killa klan kaze)I got a street sweeper just to keep these playaHater niggas up off my backBut yet Im always the center of attention, pimpinAss nigga known as mcMackYou best believe Im packin ammunition for theseBusta snitchesStangin, robbin, aint no thing, a pimp done wentRags to richesHustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz imBreakin heifersMake my cheese, bitch 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 changeIm cheffin like an indian and thats the type ofStage Im inIm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin likeA fuckin waspProvoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck yourBitch ass, pull your cardWe creepin late at night with them thangs on theRoody-poo,Trick lets see whos hardI ask myself the question why these watermelonNiggas wanna cramp my pimpinJealous cuz Im 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 bitchesHoe so be a witness, be a witness[chorus]- 4x(scanman from killa klan kaze)Theres no love up in a nigga when Im creepin forA killingWhen you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckinBitches with no patienceSo in a minute thats 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 bitchesScared 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 bitchIll rise back up on you niggas real quick justLike the evil deadMy master with evil powers to devour you bitchesThat burn in hellIm clickin with madness form the triple six killaDemonsThe anger thats in me got me crazed manIm lurkin Im creepin, here come the scan manSneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave bodiesIn a slumThe killa klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rotIn them ditchesWhen vengeance of demons slit young bitches and ripThem, in piecesNo love bitchChorus till end