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letra de pure anna - killa klan kaze

[hook: project pat (dj paul & juicy j)]
(pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
where the hollow-point sh-lls land, man n0body knows
(pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
where the hollow-point sh-lls land, man n0body knows
(pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
where the hollow-point sh-lls land, man n0body knows
(pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
where the hollow-point sh-lls land, man n0body knows

[verse 1: project pat]
it seems like i might not even make it out here on these bricks
might have to murder a trick, might have to k!ll a b-tch
maybe they gon’ lock me up for dope -ss lyrics that i spit
like they did my n-gga c-bo, stressing gangsta sh-t
look into the pit of my eyes, feel my anger
seventeen rounds out the clip, through the chamber
i heard you cowards, mane, would love to see me and my n-ggas
die a violent death from a gun, your hand on the trigger
n-gga you can do whatever the f-ck you think you need
snort you up some lines to build your heart, i’m gon’ hit this weed
i procede, hoe, i’ll die for mine, i’m ready to catch a caper
most my n-ggas either on parole or some kinda paper
fakers out here, mane, they hate real n-ggas with a p-ssion
project ain’t yo’ friend, motherf-cker, label me -ss-ssin
strictly blastin’, casting’, b-tch; made n-ggas straight to h-ll
f-ck them laws, cause if i get caught, i ain’t scared of jail

[verse 2: scan man]
please don’t test these murderers
buckshot slugs to your mug, ate your skin up with no love
it is i, the almighty scan man, from the k!lla klan
insane in the brain, still throwin’ bodies off the train
in the sky, mystic, black; time for a rib clench
on my victim because he tested, madness
and my tech 9 got me aimin’ at your spine
my 357 blast and at the written right on time
they never find.. your body parts, buried in my backyard
daddy’s hanging from a tree, granny has no f-cking spleen
mommy’s in the garden, pregnant, fixin’ up the soil
so i took my knife and ripped her fetus out so it was for
no more, her bustas’ rip a rim around the chest
now it’s me, with the anna that put you hoes to rest
but they call me crazy cause i said i ripped her fetus out her belly
it’s not that i’m a psychotic, i’m just takin’ cares of my business

[hook: project pat (dj paul & juicy j)]
(pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
where the hollow-point sh-lls land, man n0body knows
(pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
where the hollow-point sh-lls land, man n0body knows
(pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
(pure anna for you hoes, pure anna for you hoes)
where the hollow-point sh-lls land, man n0body knows

[verse 3: mc mack]
hopped off in my toyo’ with carlo on chrome thangs
these bustas must back-up, and b-tches must maintain
the mack, i gotta express myself
and break it on down for these folks that don’t hear me, though
counterfeit smile, mack-hater you ain’t wild
triple six and k!lla klan got them thangs to your temple
why these smoked up b-tches all upset, is it cause it went state to state?
getting calls from a broad that i f-cked in the past
still mad cause your name got exposed on tape
murder, murder, r-izz-edrum, the outcome left a body numb
putting it down for all the macks, with a k!ller in-track with fire-arms
i see your jealous envy from them diamonds glistenin’ around my neck
from trick to treat, we done played your b-tch, smokin’ green, stackin gs
from morning-checks; purse first, -ss last, you wanna know who’s under the mask
another dirty thug from the south, and i’m breaking backs
i’m chiefin’ like an indian, and the dust, that’s the type of stage i’m in
still blastin’ with this yawk, come say h-llo to my little friend
from the streets of memphis to the world, this clique done hit the top
the whop-bop straight from the glock ’til your blood clots
mc mack and i got..

- killa klan kaze

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