Killa Klan

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