Juicy J Killa Klan Lyrics

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 f___in jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
m_________ 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' n____s every move, tappin' n____s 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 m_________in bon
And to that officer I know your stompin' ground here
But If you ain't from my hood, get yo a__ from round here

Chorus (2X)

[Crunchy Blac]
First I'm gonna catch the b____
Then I'm gonna beat the b____
Then I'm gonna bury b____
Shouldn't of been talkin' s___
You knew who you was f___in wit
f___in wit the f___in best
She who you f___in been
Now I'm aimin' at yo chest
This goes out to all of y'all
All of y'all be talkin' s___
Slip the clip up in the gun
Then commence to bust a nig
Bust a nig, at ya dawg
Watchin' you n____s fall
Screamin' out like a b____
Mane that's just some petty s___

[Lord Infamous]
I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya
I'ma hit yo a__ wit the f___in 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 a__ 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 f___
If the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck
Prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust
All this palm greasy s___, mane it's bigga than us
Make you wanna be like f___ it hit the trunk of the car
Deliberation it was time for the jury to star

Killa Klan (fade out)