Killa Klan

Killa Klan (8x)
 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
 Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
 Givin' 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
 Watchin' niggas every move, tappin' 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 stompin' ground here
 But If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here
 Chorus (2X)
 (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 talkin' shit
 You knew who you was fuckin wit
 Fuckin wit the fuckin best
 She who you fuckin been
 Now I'm aimin' at yo chest
 This goes out to all of y'all
 All of y'all be talkin' shit
 Slip the clip up in the gun
 Then commence to bust a nig
 Bust a nig, at ya dawg
 Watchin' you niggas fall
 Screamin' 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 (2x)
 (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 rappin' 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)