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nigga MC motherfucking Mack for life Killa Klan fear no man bitch.

{Scan Man: talking}
Scan fucking Man bitch.

{Crunchy Black: talking}
Crunchy
Killa Klan (8x) 
Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated ? North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago 
(cities differ for each chorus) 

[Juicy J] 
Late last
featuring see Murder 



Verse 1 (C Murder) 



I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues 

Just got shot got blood on my shoes
of the drive by)
Mothers on they knees
Wit tears in they eyes why
(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by)

(Chorus 2)
It's killa kali It's killa kali
in my trunk 
See me after Killa Klan 
Seein' that K Roc solo burn 
Makin' up in my green 
Prophet Posse my niggas 
Gimme that forty glock 
In my
the Psych stay high
Psych Ward Wreckless Klan S.P.C. till I die
And BITCH, we move something, your ass will get stomped
My partner Q-Boy gotta muthafuckin
statistic
But realistically I've got my enemies scared shit-less
All of my homies is killas
Surrounded daily by the real niggas
With finger-trigs you dig?
Savage. 

50 ways to get my scratch on fool, 
I'm a killa fo the skrilla, that's what we do, 
It's, ah, fo the skrilla, I did it fo the skrilla, 
See
Contaplate you must be fake 
Playa hate to the first degree 
You downing some niggas who down with me
See salt mouth snails not M-town playas
The Killa
And step em when K- Rocin 
don't fuck with dis, see 
See if you wit me 
if you wit me 
mon 
We buck em down 
We buck em down 
Only one 
Comin out of that
is dedicated  to the West side of the Tree 
Four hundred block  you know what I'm sayin'? 
And this is still Eight Killa 
And fuck all his old scary
[Nate Dogg]
Don't, fight the feelin'
Move, move out on the floor
We, we can give you
Oh, all the funk you want
Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see
And all that time that 187 was on my mind 
Shot the man in cold blood 
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by 
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
Come on
Come on

[ VERSE 1 ]
Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
The I-see-e-T 
O.G. M.C. 
L.A.P.D.
a gangsta, well join a gang
You a pimp, well then pimp a bitch, get 'em rich or just get the change
See I live by the quarter mile, I'm walkin' against
Let's go, let's go, let's go yeah

I was at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts
My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I
back  inside the mind 

Can't hold it back now you runnin out of time 



BANG  set it  off with the funk 

When I'm on the mic kid don't pop
[C-Murder] 
Goodie Mob, real mail, A-T-L, where them killas dwell 
Southside niggas pushin motherfuckin platinum figures 
That many bitches want to roll
a fool bitch, I stay high
Killa T-A-why, and hear the pound down for the drive-by
These G's ride, and it ain't no fear in my heart
You talkin loud, wolfin
And all that time that 187 was on my mind 
Shot the man in cold blood 
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by 
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
man, clackin wit Killa Tay 
Lunasicc, Marvaless 

Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol, 
chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready
man, clackin wit Killa Tay 
Lunasicc, Marvaless 

Like Jason, and CamCrystals with a pistol, 
chainsaw and merchetti when the funk start, we ready
the same damn speech to the oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious
the same damn speech to the Oakland vice
But if you keep pushing, just like you
When they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious
like Killa Cam


The on-the-grind pilot's, flyin again
Usin my name you a passenger, so keep silent

E's what you're listenin to!Def Squad

The crew