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Juicy J - "Killa Klan"
Killa Klan (8x)
Chorus: Killa Klan Repeated – North Memphis, South Memphis, ATL, Chicago
(cities differ for each chorus)
[Juicy J]
Late last nite, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
Motherfuck dem laws, Ima make you put yo hands up
Dont cross the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up
I can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhan
I can be a terroist to the government like a taliban
Long as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets on
Watchin niggas every move, tappin niggas cell phones
Dont, Fall, for the okay, Dont, Call, and Ill bring the dope
And we gon smoke we till the break of dawn
Trapped in this hood where there aint no motherfuckin bon
And to that officer I know your stompin ground here
But If you aint from my hood, get yo ass from round here
Chorus (2X)
[Crunchy Blac]
First Im gonna catch the bitch
Then Im gonna beat the bitch
Then Im gonna bury bitch
Shouldnt of been talkin shit
You knew who you was fuckin wit
Fuckin wit the fuckin best
She who you fuckin been
Now Im aimin at yo chest
This goes out to all of yall
All of yall be talkin shit
Slip the clip up in the gun
Then commence to bust a nig
Bust a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin you niggas fall
Screamin out like a bitch
Mane thats just some petty shit
[Lord Infamous]
Im into blood baths, I dont, fine Ill punch ya
Ima hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher
Can you stand the pain, insane, bounty hunta
Stop long, see ya pulp, till ya unconscious
Throw you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquer
Lord dont, pistol play jump up, if ya want ta
This is the unda, buried by yo momma
Not only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya
Chorus (2x)
[Juicy J]
Picture this, you a juror and you on the stand
And you about the judge the life of a black man
Young brotha from the hood made it rappin and
Wit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grand
Heres the story he got caught wit some fire arms
By a crooked ass cop wit his siren awn
He was known as a felon made it bigga than state
The whole case turned fed made him lose his faith
Picture this, now the judge he got hatred for crooks
Because ten years ago he was appointed by bush
Republican white man, and he dont give a fuck
If the guns wasnt his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust
All this palm greasy shit, mane its bigga than us
Make you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was time for the jury to star
Killa Klan (fade out)
RIP jesse deane ~2002~
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