Be A Witness Lyrics - Live By Yo Rep (live) - Three 6 Mafia

(killa klan kaze) 

[chorus] 

Killa klan, come get this, big business, 

Motherfucker be a witness 

(k-rock from killa klan kaze) 

Now I was coming in up in memphis on that 

Motherfuckin real shit 

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 dope 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 fuckin 

Pump 

'cause 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'll be savin babies, fuck my lady I'm the man 

Rappin' ain't no fuckin 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 

'cause 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 bitches, catchin 'em 

When they steady pimpin' 

Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no 

Fuckin witness, fuckin 

Witness 

[chorus] -4x 

(mc mack from killa klan kaze) 

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' 

Ass nigga 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, 'cause i'm 

Breakin heifers 

Make my cheese, bitch break your knees 

(god-daaamn!) 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 fuckin 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 

Roody-poo, 

Trick lets see who's hard 

I ask myself the question why these watermelon 

Niggas wanna cramp 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 

Aint the first of the month 

And we breakin bones in half, and blastin bitches 

Hoe so be a witness, be a witness 

[chorus]- 4x 

(scanman from killa klan kaze) 

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

A killing 

When you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin 

Bitches 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 shit killa scan the man, I leave them bitches 

Scared from horror 

Of the corpses that I toture sufferer, in them 

Chambers 

The morning, the crying, 'cause eternally they torment 

The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch 

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

Like the evil dead 

My master with evil powers to devour you bitches 

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 bitches to rot 

In them ditches 

When vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip 

Them, in pieces 

No love bitch 

Chorus till end