[Hook]
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness

[Verse 1: K-Rock]
Now, I was comin' in up in Memphis on that mothafuckin' 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 gl'izz'ock, took 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 put up on hoes, stingin' like a bumble bee
European Chevy Thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South Memphis Killa Playas, we got brand new tapes for sale
"Mystic Stylez" bumpin' loud, in the South, we bring a crowd
Chevy Thang finna go clean, car jack with the fuckin' pump
Cuz show me love, K-Rock locked 'em in the fuckin' trunk
Damn, I'm going 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' in up in me block, wit' a me Glock
And that man known K-Rock
Pulled out my Glock and attack and go poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like enemies
N***as 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
N***as 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)
[Hook]
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness

[Verse 2: MC Mack]
I got a street sweeper
Just to keep these playa hatin' n***as up off my back
But yet, I'm always the center of attention
Pimpin' ass n***a known as MC Mack
You best believe, I'm packin' ammunition for these busta 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 playa hate me, but they cannot aggravate me
Droppin' salt off in my game, but MC 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 n***as 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)

[Hook]
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness

[Verse 3: Scan Man]
There's no love up in a n***a 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 killa, Scan the Man
I left them bitches scared from horror
Of the corpses that I tortured sufferer in them chambers
Their mourning, their crying, 'cause eternally, they torment
Their burning and, shh, in the bottom of my pits, bitch
I'm raisin' back up on you n***as, 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 killa 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
[Hook]
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness
Killa Klan
I don't need this, big business, mothafucka, be a witness

[Outro: MC Mack]
Yeah, this MC Mack
With the click, the Killa Klan, you know what I'm sayin'?
Comin' at yo' ass for the '96
My n***a K-Rock and Scanman
And I'm out this bitch, ho