Killa Klan
(专辑: Chronicles Of The Juice Man: Underground Album - 2002)
Killa Klan [x8] [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 Thinking about project pat, and what the
fuckin jury said Giving him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up Don't 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 Watching niggas every move, tapping niggas cell phones Don't, Fall, for the
okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the
dope And we gon' smoke we till the
break of dawn Trapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bon And to that officer I
know your stomping ground here But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here [Chorus x2] [Crunchy Blac] First I'm gonna catch the
bitch Then I'm gonna beat the
bitch Then I'm gonna bury bitch Shouldn't of been talking shit You knew who you was fuckin wit Fuckin wit the
fuckin best She who you fuckin been Now I'm aiming at yo chest This goes out to all of y'all All of y'all be talking shit Slip the
clip up in the
gun Then commence to bust a
nig Bust a
nig, at ya dawg Watching you niggas fall Screaming out like a
bitch Mane that's just some petty shit [Lord Infamous] I'm into blood baths, I
don't, fine I'll punch ya I'ma 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 don't, 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 x2] [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 rapping and Wit a
knot in his pocket weighin least a
grand Here's 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 don't give a
fuck If the
guns wasn't his that was found in his truck Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust All this palm greasy shit, mane it's 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]