[Hook]

I’m the leader of my Klan, got that cannon on my waist

Run up in a nigga yard, slap that burner ‘cross his face

If you see me, I ain’t playin’, got my finger on the trigger

Throw my hood up in the sky while I be killin’ all you niggas, like I’m

[[[Grand Wizard]]]

If you see me, I ain’t playin’, I be killin’ all you niggas, you can call me

[[[Grand Wizard]]]

[Verse 1]

Look, I tell a nigga like this

“Now you ain’t about to be livin’ all up in my neighborhood

Where I made it good.” And my way to put

This into effect is to slay the ‘hood

See, I made the ‘hood

Niggas be talkin’ ‘bout havin’ the ‘hood on they back—

I got the hood on my face

Get put in yo’ place

So, try to step up, get a foot in yo’ face

Get retired. Have another march from Cease Fire

Better have the church bring three choirs

We bring fire when we ridin’

You see violence…

‘Cause we hate y’all niggas

So just be silent…

We gon’ break y’all niggas

So, who in the fuck got the guts

To wanna come up and get cut

Down by the sounds of the rounds on the ground

In the midst of the crowd

I delivered it proud

You want it, you livin’ it now

Not you—yo’ blinds closed, yo’ eyes closed

Yo’ mind knows yo’ rivals wear my clothes

And you celebrate while I elevate

And I escalate the crime rate

Y’all sit and wait, so I’m great

So run and hide when I come

Or watch me fire my gun

And either way I don’t care

But I guarantee you I’m there

And niggas neva’ gon’ tell

So I’m neva’ seein’ no jail

[[[BANG!]]]

[Hook]

I’m the leader of my Klan, got that cannon on my waist

Run up in a nigga yard, slap that burner ‘cross his face

If you see me, I ain’t playin’, got my finger on the trigger

Throw my hood up in the sky while I be killin’ all you niggas, like I’m

[[[Grand Wizard]]]

If you see me, I ain’t playin’, I be killin’ all you niggas, you can call me

[[[Grand Wizard]]]

[Verse 2]

[What Scrappy say? O-K-K-K!]]]

If a nigga wanna play, I’m a drop that nigga

Me and the whole hood in the drop with the top back

With the Glock strapped, if I cock that, nigga

It’ll leave top flat, better stop that, nigga

Three K’s, ready to chop that nigga

If I catch you on the block believe it, I’m a cock the nina

[Pop, Pop] try’n’ a stop ya breathing

Have ya’ niggas tryna stop the bleeding

They cannot believe it

No bulletproof vest can protect you, my bullets go through to ya chest

We used to have fun killin’ niggas, but y’all niggas do it the best

Y’all doing it better than me and my crew could have ever imagined

We’ll never forget it. Me and my crew are forever indebted

Puttin’ our hood on, we cliqued up—rowdy, flexin’ that horsepower

More niggas, that’s more dyin’, more funerals, more flowers

Y’all kill, no big deal, but when we kill, ‘you poor cowards.’

It’s news coverage, Jesse Jackson, protesting ‘bout four hours

I’m seeing you as the enemy, nigga

You seeing you as the enemy, nigga

Load up the shotty

Makin’ you niggas take shots, I ain’t talkin’ bout Hennessey, nigga

Ruin ya plans, me and my Klan’ll make you and ya’ family a memory, nigga

It’s off with ya’ head, you better off dead, and that’s what you fin’n’a be, nigga

[Hook]

I’m the leader of my Klan, got that cannon on my waist

Run up in a nigga yard, slap that burner ‘cross his face

If you see me, I ain’t playin’, got my finger on the trigger

Throw my hood up in the sky while I be killin’ all you niggas, like I’m

[[[Grand Wizard]]]

If you see me, I ain’t playin’, I be killin’ all you niggas, you can call me

[[[Grand Wizard]]]

[Verse 3]

I believe there was a point in time where

America was afraid that the black man would rape his ladies

And they’d have his babies

So something, maybe, needed to be done to stop the madness

And sadness at some point gave way to apathy

Because the fact is

We are so much better at stopping us than anyone

In the history of America has ever been

And rather than see this as fact

We’d shackle ourselves to the lie that tells us that

The whips and the chains and

The murders with burners and

Crosses with crucifixes

Show who the sickness is inflictin’ as we flick on and pick off one another like

Cotton ready for the reapin’

Seekin’ approval from a master who may as well be our God

And since we can’t see the God in our selves

We try hard to show how Hell and Hard Times have broken our spirits, and

Each and every one of our lyrics is a testament to rest of it being just a matter of time…

I’ve never been to a Klan rally

But I’ve seen a man stand in an alley

Fire red hot lead shots at a man who was a spittin’ image of himself

And then take a piss in front of God and the whole world

Assured nobody would question his authority to take what he doesn’t own

Noose Necked Niggas may as well be Grand Wizards of the KKK…

[[[Grand Wizard]]]

If you see me, I ain’t playin’, I be killin’ all you niggas, you can call me

[[[Grand Wizard]]]

…Who would have thought that if we stayed in the ‘hood, the hoods wouldn’t have to come looking for us, and we’d just continue lynching ourselves?