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killa klan, north memphis, south memphis, atl, chicago, late last nite, i was in the bed, eyes red, thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said, givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs, motherfuck 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' niggas every move, tappin' niggas 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 motherfuckin bon, and to that officer i know your stompin' ground here, but if you ain't from my hood, get yo ass from round here, first i'm gonna catch the bitch, then i'm gonna beat the bitch, then i'm gonna bury bitch, shouldn't of been talkin' shit, you knew who you was fuckin wit, fuckin wit the fuckin best, she who you fuckin been, now i'm aimin' at yo chest, this goes out to all of y'all, all of y'all be talkin' shit, slip the clip up in the gun, then commence to bust a nig, bust a nig, at ya dawg, watchin' you niggas fall, screamin' out like a bitch, mane that's just some petty shit, i'm into blood baths, i don't, fine i'll punch ya, i'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin 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, 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 ass 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 fuck, if the guns wasn't his that was found in his truck, prosecutors, shady lawyers, mane who can you trust, all this palm greasy shit, mane it's bigga than us, make you wanna be like fuck it hit the trunk of the car, deliberation it was time for the jury to star, killa klan

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Artist: juicy j