[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

[Verse 1: K-Rock]

Now, I was comin' in up in Memphis on that motherfuckin' real shit

Bullets in chamber, filled up with anger

Paid all my dues, so I'll Triple the 6

Scan Man may take your hand, slowly grab to the pistol grip

To the Crunchy Black up in the backseat, loadin' up my extra clip

Coppers got me in a chase, I can't catch no murder case

I pulled over, grabbed my glizzock to my hand and parked the car

DJ Paul looked at me nervously without a sweat

Carlo Haywood got his check

Robbed the dopemane, broke his neck

Ox and Vogues, pretty bomb hoes, stangin' like a bumble bee

European Chevy-thang, pop out woodgrain, leather seats

South Memphis Killer Playas, we got brand new tapes for sale

Mystic Stylez bumpin' loud, in the South, we bring a crowd

Chevy Thang, pretty gold clean, car jack with the fuckin' pump

Cuz showed me love, K-Rock locked 'em in the fuckin' trunk

Damn, I'm goin' crazy, mane, razor blade cuttin' in my hand

Maybe I'd be savin' babies, fuck my lady, I'm the man

Rappin' ain't no fuckin' thing, Triple 6 be biggity-bang

Shootin' me up, me block with a mean Glock, I'm the man known K-Rock

Pulled out my Glock and attack and go poppin'

And droppin' these coppers like enemies

Niggas that can't pull the trigger

I figure this pimpin' that's leavin' them limpin'

The Triple 6 diamond back

When I been on the track with the gas and the grill

'cause thats why DJ Paul poppin' the clip

And no slippin', you're trippin', I'm pimpin', no lip

Niggas are droppin' these mystical styles

Killa Klan gon' blast them bitches

Catchin 'em when they slippin', pimpin'

Triple 6 done warned your ass

Bitch, we have no fuckin' witness

(Fuckin' witness, fuckin' witness)

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

[Verse 2: M.C. Mack]

I got a street sweeper just to keep these player hatin' niggas up off my back

But yet, I'm always the center of attention

Pimpin' ass nigga known as M.C. Mack

You best believe, I'm packin' ammunition for these buster snitches

Stangin', robbin', ain't no thang

A pimp done went from rags to riches

Hustlin' on the track, my ends is stackin', 'cause I'm breakin' heifers

Make my cheese, bitch, break your knees (God damn)

That pimpin' Mack is clever

Bustas tryin' to player hate me, but they cannot aggravate me

Droppin' salt off in my game, but M.C. Mack will never change

I'm chiefin' like an Indian, and that's the type of stage I'm in

I'm blastin' with this yawk, and 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 Rudy Poot

Trick, lets see who's hard

I ask myself the question, why these watermelon niggas want to test my pimpin'

Jealous, 'cause 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, ho, so be a witness (Be a witness)

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

[Verse 3: Scan Man]

There's no love up in a nigga when I'm creepin' for a killin'

When you bitches slips, the MAC-10 clicks

For you bitches with no patience

So in the med is where you lie dead

From them buckshots to your crest, bullets fled

Rippin' and strippin' an Armageddon worn to shreds

Pimp shit killer, Scan the Man

I left them bitches scared from horror

Of the corpses that I tortured sufferer in them chambers

Their mourning, their cryin', 'cause eternally, they torment

Their burning and, shh, in the bottom of my pits, bitch

I'm raisin' back up on you niggas, real quick, just like the evil dead

My massive whatever powers to devour you bitches to burn in Hell

I'm clickin' with madness from them Triple 6 killer demons

The anger that's in me, it's got me splittin' bitches crests, man

I'm lurkin', I'm creepin', here come the Scanman 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

Then they rip 'em in pieces, no love, bitch

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & Juicy J]

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

I don't need this big business, motherfucker, be a witness

Killa Klan

[Outro: M.C. Mack]

Yeah, this M.C. Mack

With the clique, the Killa Klan, you know what I'm sayin'

Comin' at your ass for the '9-6

My nigga K-Rock and Scanman

And I'm out this bitch, ho