Killa Klan Kaze - Pure Anna lyrics

(Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows

It seems like I might not even make
It out here on these bricks
Might have to murder a trick
Might have to kill a bitch
Maybe they gon' lock me up for
Dope ass lyrics that I spit
Like they did my nigga C-Bo


Stressing gangsta shit
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 niggas
Die a violent death from a gun
Your hand on the trigger
Nigga you can do whatever the
Fuck 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 niggas either on parole
Or some kinda paper fakers out here, mane
They hate real niggas with a passion
Project ain't yo' friend, motherfucker
Label me assassin
Strictly blastin', casting'
Bitch made niggas straight to hell
Fuck them laws, cause if I get caught
I ain't scared of jail
(Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows

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 Killa 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 fucking 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
(Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody 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 shells land
Man nobody knows

Hopped off in my Toyo' with
Carlo on chrome thangs
These bustas must back-up
And bitches 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 Killa Klan got
Them thangs to your temple
Why these smoked up bitches all upset
Is it cause it went state to state?
Getting calls from a broad that
I fucked 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 killer 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 bitch, smokin' green, stackin Gs
From morning-checks purse first, ass 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 hello 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
(Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows (Pure Anna for you hoes
Pure Anna for you hoes)
Where the hollow-point shells land
Man nobody knows