Be A Witness - Three-6 Mafia

Now I was coming in up in memphis on that

Motherf**kin real sh*t

Bullets in chamber fill it with anger

Paid all my

Dues to triple the 6

Scanman might take your hand

Slowly grab to the

Pistol grip

See crunchy black up in the back loading up my

Extra clip

Coppers got me in a chase

I can't catch no murder

Case

I pulled over got my glizz

I took my hand and

Popped the cop

Dj paul looked at me nervously without a sweat

Carlo haywood got his check

Robbed the d**e mane

Broke his neck

Ox and vogues put up on hoes stinging like a

Bumble bee

European chevy thang

Pop out woodgrain leather seats

South memphis killa playaz

We got brand new tape

For sale

Mystic styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a

Crowd

Chevy thang with your clip project with the f**kin

Pump

Cuz show me love k-rock locked'em in the f**kin

Trunk

Damn I'm going crazy mane razor blade cuttin in my

Hand

Maybe I'll be savin babies f**k my lady I'm the man

Rappin' ain't no f**kin thang triple 6 be

Biggity-bangin'

Shootin' up me block witta me glock it woulda

Been ol' k-rock

Finna be cockin' attackin' and poppin'

And droppin' these coppers like enemy niggas

That can't pull the trigger I figure this pimpin'

That's livin' them limpin the triple 6

Now I'm back when I been on the track wit the

Scarecrow

Cuz the dj paul pop in the clip no slippin' you're

Trippin I'm taking no lip

Niggas I'm droppin your musical style

Killa klan gonna blast them b**ches catchin 'em

When they steady pimpin'

Triple 6 gonna warrned your a** b**ch we have no

F**kin witness f**kin

Witness

I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa

Hater niggas up off my back

But yet I'm always the center of attention pimpin'

A** ni**a known as mc

Mack

You best believe I'm packin ammunition for these

Busta snitches

Stangin robbin ain't no thing a pimp done went

Rags to riches

Hustling on the track my ends is stackin

Cuz I'm

Breakin heifers

Make my cheese b**ch break your knees

The pimpin mack is

Clever

Bustas trying to playa hate me but they cannot

Aggravate me

Droppin sawed off in my game but mc mack will

Never change

I'm cheffin like an indian and thats the type of

Stage I'm in

I'm blastin wit this f**kin trick we stangin like

A f**kin wasp

Provoke me joke me play me

Make me buck your

B**ch a** pull your card

We creepin late at night with them thangs on the

Roody-poo

Trick lets see who's hard

I ask myself the question why these watermelon

Niggas wanna cramp my pimpin

Jealous cuz 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 b**ches

Hoe so be a witness be a witness

There's no love up in a ni**a when I'm creepin for

A killing

When you b**ches slips the mac-10 clicks buckin

B**ches with no patience

So in a minute that's when you lie dead from the

Buckshot through your chest bullets

Fled ripping and stripping and home again and worn

To shreds

Pimp sh*t killa scan the man I leave them b**ches

Scared from horror

Of the corpses that I toture sufferer in them

Chambers

The morning the crying cuz eternally they torment

The burning in the bottom of my pits b**ch

I'll rise back up on you niggas real quick just

Like the evil dead

My master with evil powers to devour you b**ches

That burn in hell

I'm clickin with madness form the triple six killa

Demons

The anger that's in me got me crazed man

I'm lurkin I'm creepin here come the scan man

Sneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave bodies

In a slum

The killa klan massacre leavin them b**ches to rot

In them ditches

When vengeance of demons slit young b**ches and rip

Them in pieces

No love b**ch