Lirik Lagu Killa Klan - Juicy J
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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 redThinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury saidGivin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffsMotherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands upDon't cross the line, yellow take the police brand upOutside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned upI can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhanI can be a terroist to the government like a talibanLong as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets onWatchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phonesDon't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the dopeAnd we gon' smoke we till the break of dawnTrapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bonAnd to that officer I know your stompin' ground hereBut If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here
Chorus (2X)
[Crunchy Blac]First I'm gonna catch the bitchThen I'm gonna beat the bitchThen I'm gonna bury bitchShouldn't of been talkin' shitYou knew who you was fuckin witFuckin wit the fuckin bestShe who you fuckin beenNow I'm aimin' at yo chestThis goes out to all of y'allAll of y'all be talkin' shitSlip the clip up in the gunThen commence to bust a nigBust a nig, at ya dawgWatchin' you niggas fallScreamin' out like a bitchMane that's just some petty shit
[Lord Infamous]I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch yaI'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcherCan you stand the pain, insane, bounty huntaStop long, see ya pulp, till ya unconsciousThrow you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquerLord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want taThis is the unda, buried by yo mommaNot only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya
Chorus (2x)
[Juicy J]Picture this, you a juror and you on the standAnd you about the judge the life of a black manYoung brotha from the hood made it rappin' andWit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grandHere's the story he got caught wit some fire armsBy a crooked ass cop wit his siren awnHe was known as a felon made it bigga than stateThe whole case turned fed made him lose his faithPicture this, now the judge he got hatred for crooksBecause ten years ago he was appointed by bushRepublican white man, and he don't give a fuckIf the guns wasn't his that was found in his truckProsecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trustAll this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than usMake you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the carDeliberation it was time for the jury to star
Killa Klan (fade out)
RIP jesse deane ~2002~
[Juicy J]Late last nite, I was in the bed, eyes redThinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury saidGivin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffsMotherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands upDon't cross the line, yellow take the police brand upOutside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned upI can be a leader, bring the heata, like a farakhanI can be a terroist to the government like a talibanLong as ya black, and ya wrist they put they targets onWatchin' niggas every move, tappin' niggas cell phonesDon't, Fall, for the okay, Don't, Call, and I'll bring the dopeAnd we gon' smoke we till the break of dawnTrapped in this hood where there ain't no motherfuckin bonAnd to that officer I know your stompin' ground hereBut If you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here
Chorus (2X)
[Crunchy Blac]First I'm gonna catch the bitchThen I'm gonna beat the bitchThen I'm gonna bury bitchShouldn't of been talkin' shitYou knew who you was fuckin witFuckin wit the fuckin bestShe who you fuckin beenNow I'm aimin' at yo chestThis goes out to all of y'allAll of y'all be talkin' shitSlip the clip up in the gunThen commence to bust a nigBust a nig, at ya dawgWatchin' you niggas fallScreamin' out like a bitchMane that's just some petty shit
[Lord Infamous]I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch yaI'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcherCan you stand the pain, insane, bounty huntaStop long, see ya pulp, till ya unconsciousThrow you in the dumpsta, lord catch a conquerLord don't, pistol play jump up, if ya want taThis is the unda, buried by yo mommaNot only do I murder mane I also am bomb ya
Chorus (2x)
[Juicy J]Picture this, you a juror and you on the standAnd you about the judge the life of a black manYoung brotha from the hood made it rappin' andWit a knot in his pocket weighin least a grandHere's the story he got caught wit some fire armsBy a crooked ass cop wit his siren awnHe was known as a felon made it bigga than stateThe whole case turned fed made him lose his faithPicture this, now the judge he got hatred for crooksBecause ten years ago he was appointed by bushRepublican white man, and he don't give a fuckIf the guns wasn't his that was found in his truckProsecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trustAll this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than usMake you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the carDeliberation it was time for the jury to star
Killa Klan (fade out)
RIP jesse deane ~2002~
