1.A New Nitemare
2.Be A Witness(Killa Klan Kaze)
(killa klan kaze)
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
Cuz 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' aint 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
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 bitches, catchin 'em
When they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness, fuckin
Witness
(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, aint 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, 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 cuz 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
(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, cuz 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
3.Live By Yo Rep(Bone Dis)
Well, lord infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them
in they flesh.
Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soakin' it down in their
chest.
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
And sendin' what left in the nnail to yo baby
Cause i think that bitch might miss you.
But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friend.
I probably oughta be not be so knockin' this hollow point
slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too
That what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do？
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin my ak to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
Leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it strange
Cause i murdered a bitch, and the devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket i make you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make stupid moves
Nigga ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don scream, don run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When i full of yak, ain no clue
In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, juiceman, what would you do？
First a juicy looked in the white pages for this bitch
Mafia-style phoo cause you don know who ya fuckin it
Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know i comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya
Witness a nigga from north memphis of the triple 6 mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
These hoes peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man i thought you knew
That what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do？
Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead
Gangsta boo the devil daughter comin with the livin dead
Yes i so so crazy, so so scandalous, i will hurt you bitch
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then i calmly shoot you bitch
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause i don want you to live
My words of wisdom： the weaker the victim the bigger the thrill
The triple 6 mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of that weed so we proceed to take your fuckin soul
It not a problem when i buck you bitch, i do it smooth
That what the devil daughter do, now fly what would you do？
Clizick with the real triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a fucked up clickin on you niggas, fly gon ball, you punk
To you fuckin imitators, watch yo ass fuckin click
Bite a playa style and slip, soon you will be stankin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, lord you touch the fuckin shovel
Dig it deep and bury that bitch
Lay em down there with the devil
Busta numb, red rum, mr. i-b-n, fool
Oh that what the fly would do, now killaman what would you do？
First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy ghost
The devil already in me so i ain gotta go too far to loce
You fucked up with the wrong click
So your murder all on my mind
Plus satan inside, put my hand to this plastic 9
Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it all over, you l have 2 loogers
In your weak thigh
Fall on to your kness, now it time for you to ess
My fist full of fire, i punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it cool
You heard what i would do, and the triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Chorus (4x)： nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain takin shit
When i blast on yo ass, i gon empty this clip
See we can tolerate no nigga that is layzie
Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy
It eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy
Don break, you can wish, but you can escape
Because we crave dead flesh
Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next
-yeah, bitch, the triple 6 mafia, breakin muthafuckin bones like
it
Ain shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!
-(talking)
4.Live By Yo Rep(Radio)
-this is ？？？ shalonda, bone magazine, here interviewing...
-three 6 mafia
-from memphis, who has a unique quality of rap style, what would
you do if
Someone tried to duplicate your ideas？
Lord infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
And i be pressin them into the flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
And soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
Cause i think she just might miss you
But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over them,
too
That's what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do？
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the ak to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
I'm leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
Cause i murdered a victim, the devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket i leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
Then ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When i'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, juiceman, what would you do？
First the juice look in the white pages for this trick
Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with
Caught him slippin in his home, minimum breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know i'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya
Witness a killa from north memphis of the three 6 mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
His broad peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man i thought you knew
That's what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do？
Think about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead
Gangsta boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
Yes i'm so so crazy
So so wild i be like puttin blood on you trick
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then i calmly shoot you quick
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause i don't want you to live
My words of wisdom：
The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
The three 6 mafia do not feel sorry and that's how the story
goes
We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
It's not a problem when i be buckin them suckas
I do it smooth
That's what this lady boo would do, now paul what would you do？
First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy smoke
The devil's already up in a killa
So i feel i have not to go too far to loc
This time you crossed the wrong click
Beware your murder's all on my mind
Plus satan's inside
Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all gone, bone, quickly i'm stickin them
？loogers？
To watch you die
Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless
Man, i be dj paul, da killaman, with a fist full of fire
Punch a hole straight through yo chest
So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's
cool
But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do？
Chorus (4x)： bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip
See we can't tolerate no sissy that is layzie
Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy
It's eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy
Don't break, you can wish, but you can't escape
Because we crave dead flesh
Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next
-yeah, the three 6 mafia, straight outta memphis, breakin these
bones like it
Ain't sh＊t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack!
5.Slippin
Chorus x3
Evertime i see you slippin'
I go and reach for my mac 10
Victims of my devils playground
(koopsta knicca)
Damn i'm about to bust a cap up in these tricks
Chris
I'm thinkin' deadly and i'm scopin' with that infarred
Kickin' it with the hardest click
Leavin' bodies rottin' up in them ditches
Man what's done if my tongue hits like a ton of brizicks
Koops not concerned
I let you burn and burn and burn
Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read
So i learned
Deep in the morgue
Lie corps in the quateras
They wanna face in a line of order
Can you place this shit
When you crawled up on the red man
You bounce set up in this bitch
Sittin' man and thinkin'
Though my dreams i hear little kids screamin
Poor preachers i waited for hangin'
Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily
The 6-6-6 mystery man
Is takin' me straight to insanity
Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out voices
That issue more tragedies
The seas of cries
Will soon be turning
Your fuckin' life over
Left the priest and island bleeding of four leaf clover
Then i crinkle enough of these slugs
？？ i'd rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood
Chorus x1
6.Tear Da Club Up(Da Real)
Chorus x12
Tear the club up, nigga tear the club up
This for all the playas who be talkin' that shit
The 3-6 show no love
We quick to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin' wit that fool crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up, bout' a 4-5 and a 38
You wanna take this click
Don't won't fool it'll be a mistake
Chris bring the mosperd with the slugs n' shit
We got some graves for your body
Already dug n' shit
Ingamous grab the cali with a hundred rounds
Koopsta load the tank
And blow the bastards down
Juice with the 2 nines like the nigga nashay
On the move shoot em' up
So so they feel the pain
I thought you knew
That i'm from memphis where this shit is so thick
When at the club we gets some bud
We try to tear up some shit
Gangsta boo the gangsta bitch with the 3-57
The main goal in life
Is a opposite heaven
Triple 6 bitch
Chorus x8
Deadly
We should begin
And come close to the killer dimensions
Niggas gettin' mentions
From the triple 6 acting christians
May i mention
Thugstas i said (？？) are merceful
I'm a step on the enemy
Niggas see death is unreversable
Hard decision
Afraid to see death is not fiction
On you bitches
Fuck around and find you want to be kiss as with the mortition
Executional style buck in your head
While your beggin' on your knees, uh
Better you bustas flip to the morge
And the chillin' in the cold freezers
(？？) his deadly punishment
Then me and my triple 6
We go and blow a house up
Do that trick
I can give a fuck
Unless bitch i'm glad that you dead and gone
Three 6 mafia signed out
So make us fuckin' tombstones
Memphis is fuckin' city
Where lord infamous loves to ball
And just like i said before
Bitch some with me to hell
Everybody in this house
You niggas know wussup
Let me see can you motherfuckin' tear this club up
Chorus x8
Tear the club up
Nigga tear the club up
All these playa hatas in the club
Got us fucked up
I'm that nigga with them two nines
Ready to blast
When i pull a mag
You motherfuckers better haul ass
Paul throwin' chest in the air
Koopsta locin' up
Fly take the cash from your ass
Mr. stick em' up
Fuck the def security
Fuck a motherfuckin' cop
If they take me out the club
I buck em' in the parking lot
Grab the club
On the quick the wrist bitch
In the trunk
Take him out and take his money
Then i spit on the punk
Now i'm crunk
Break em' bottles up against the fuckin' wall
Shoe tones
Leather fools to them jealous (？？)
Fuck these niggas
Test that pimp
And we gon' bury all you hoes
Lacin' bitches right in half
Started em' straight
Through the floor
Niggas talkin' plenty shit
But they ain' buck enough
We gon' get some dinamite
And blow this motherfucker up
Chorus x8
Yeah
7.Throw Yo Setts In Da Air
Chorus：
If you niggaz ain't scared, throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
If you niggaz ain't scared, throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
Cause we some killa ass niggaz
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin laws
And tear the fuckin club up
Cause we some killa ass niggaz
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin laws
And tear the fuckin club up
I think i finally have located the gates of death
Lie awake at night, to hatch my evil plans, i find myself
Stumblin through the dark, up against the fuckin verge of sin
Bodies in my yard, oh my god, them demons came again
People don't you worry cause the devil's daughter got a plan
Ho, eternal burnin you in half if you don't comprehend
Understand this shit a gansta bitch is sayin to ya dawg
Lock you in the truck, mob through the night within a mist of
fog
Never fear a nigga callin himself a killa, what's up trick
Boy you claim you so goddam buck wild with that weak ass shit
Chillin at the hideout, smokin out not worried bout a thang
Ballin through black haven, deep as hell in that suburban, man
Always watchin my back
Cause niggaz will jack you for your fuckin shit
？female？ i am, but don't give a damn
If i split some busta bitch's wig
Three 6 mafia niggazz includin 1 female
That's bumpin so hard on you hoes
The only ones talkin that shit is dj-less niggaz
And all playa hatas you know
Chorus
Comin from the darkness of the cut of north memphis bitch
Killas from the evergreen, guards we don't set trip
For my niggaz doin time 201 for the crime
Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the funkytown sign
I'm on that other level, a coffin and a shovel
？fly？ down to put yo ass, before you meet the devil, the metal
Penalties i pay by punk ass opponents, i practice pain
Juiceman no gain, but i slang that thang that keep ？？？
I'm steady scopin out these nothins, that be actin like a bitch
That be actin like a ho
That be actin like a muthafucka busta
That wants no more of the 3-6 mafia, trizack-wizack niggas
Come and feel these triggas, ya figure ya bad
Bellin out black haven but i double dem bucks in yo ass, instead
Triple muthafuckin 6, in the muthafuckin ？pl-zay？
For the n-zine decade
Nigga didn't hear me do, but a muthafuckin click
In somebody's y-zard he laid
Where the niggaz in the club？
Where the niggaz in the streets ain't down with us？
Man, say a few prayers
G-ds, v-ls, cr-zips, bl-zoods, all niggaz throw yo setts in da
air
Chorus
When the biblical stories were written
They left out the one they call lord infamous
Because the horror he possess, was one of a magnificence
He was set up, then loosed, look for suddenly mortal killing
He was set to lead the world into unholy acts of sin
The architect of hell
And inventor of the six interior decorator
Of chambers of eternal punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flow that burns forever
Supervisor of the torture, lord, have mercy？
Not me, never
I'm clever with corruption of the seven seas and continents
The money shit, the blunt is lit, the bong is hit, astonishin
Watch the world, i crumble it, watch heaven, i rumble it
Knockin scarecrow out of heaven for he did the devil bitch
Holdin angels hostage in the basement of hell chapel
The only nigga ever to set heaven up for a fuckin ？gaffold？
The devil fever flowin through the fire hemisphere
Evil niggaz throw yo setts in da air
If you dare
16x： throw yo setts in da air
-ah yeah, 3-6 mafia runnin this, ho. playa hatin just don't hear
me,
Though. nigga got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, step back
into
This muthafuckin devil click if you can, nigga. prophet
entertainment
Runnin this shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. it's like this,
joe.
Fuck you local ass bustas cause we got bigger blunts to smoke.
on that
Nationwide example, muthafuckas.
8.Triple 6 Mafia
its gonna be a deadly night
Kinda silent
Kinda violent as we stroll
Theses niggas got ammo
But i found out thats the way it goes
The triple 6 mafia be like quick to ride on some tricks
While smokin on mega blunts
Hoe we take care of our business
The koopsta the knicca the ciz ap peela is on the scene.
The diznevil's daughter gangsta boo be lookin so so mean
Call up crunchy black
Get tha gats
Let then bustas know
Fuckin wit triple 6 you young bitches
You gotta go
The cali the hunted
The tricks that want it i buck down
The killa man dj paul the g with the evil frown
These niggas be talkin shit about who and who they don't like
Theses pimp hating bitches
Gonna make a playa just take ure life
Scarecrow is the nigga da mystic nigga
That is so damn slick
A natural born killa with no remorse
Oh a funky bitch
The juice man be quick to buck wit them thangs
He be droppin ya
Ya bustas cant stand a chance against the triple 6 mafia
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