[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
And step em when K- Rocin
Dont fuck with dis, see
See if u wit me
if u wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that back door
slangin my yae-o
rollin on them po-poes
dropin that viper
smokin that indo
makin that bank roll
Stupid ass bithes
dont you know
Killa Klan Kaze playas makin them profits
Hoe
[MC Mac]
chillin down on the lower level
waitin for my time to come
with this fool
a million styles
maybe i just might make bond
release me on my own
???? bak on the streets
with no employment
no doubt
without no cheese up in my pocket
tell me how can I have enjoyment
throughout my life
say mo shit
knowin MC Mac dont love no bitch
because if I loved them
I cant trust em
breakin this rocks gonna make me rich
the Kaze
my Klan
my click
must buck
cuz theres no testin us
pop em and drop em
lock em and top em
all up in my trunk
[M Child]
dynamite I'm tossin
hatas crossin
its da end bitch
u runnin into bullet proof
hoe, we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P
earsin niggas that wanna skrive
with flows of horror
I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg
deep into da mound
aint nuttin but killas up in da dark
I'm creepin with the hatchet
with slicin bodyparts in da park
moon full of blood
could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer
I'm sneakin
and creepin
and blowin up shit like da Una Bomber
BITCH
[Indo G]
rollin wit da devil on da level
dig yo ditch
Bitch
hitch
wit da hi-ka
on da mi-ka
I'll make youre ass wish
hicorky
dickory
dock
ass i pull out my glock
an
