Killarmy - Burning Season Lyrics
<9th prince>Get the vests; get the vests<killa sin>Word up, grab your nines<9th prince>Crazy head get out there godBlast that nigga hard<killa sin>Its all real over here<shogun assasson>Killa sin, 9th prince, what<killa sin>We dont give a *****<lots of other difficult to decipher mumblings><9th prince-chorus>Yo, its burning seasonYall thugs is guiltly of high treasonMany of them bleedingSome getting sent to the brain for no reasonOn the streets niggas kill without a license, in scarsvilleIts all for real cause everything is realDont sleep on the average cat hes packing steel<killa sin>Ayo nigga Im on the cash rulesWasted in my hand, half a hundred grandInjure that pretender in the black landHeard he be the crack manSelling major jums (? ) by the pager sonHe the one sporting crazy tunes (? ) lace em with your tongueSo heres the planGet the glock I got the doo-wopFollow him for two blocksAnd pop him if he do *****Scat back better snap his nap back for that blackPass the stacks to fat cat and find out where the cracks atRolling out make sure you keep your phone outSo I can reach your shit quickGet his whip stripped and take my own routeFor safetyMistakes be for hastyMany jakes who chase meBut never have the space to embrace meA fools game where all the rules changeI never move the sameBut whos to blameMy nigga buddha came with the ruger aimSomebody screamed stop the violenceSo this nigga had the silencer spitting black talons at any challengerYo, it was a ghetto vietnam I tried to flee and harmMe and har my nigga buddha caught about three in the armBut one traveled to his abdomenI grabbed him and embraced himHad to see how bad this crab had laced himYo, rapidly bleeding started pleading for his lifeTake care my seed and my wifeMake sure shes feeding him rightTrue indeed black I got your backI hold it down on the realMay you rest in peace sonI see you on the ground<chorus><killa sin>Many times I fought the urge to resort to crimeBut I find my criminal mind complying with the villain kindIm feeling nines til they overflowGoing blow for blow with the restCause them try and test the bestIts a slug festRound one sounds wrong I found oneLurking in the back now clapped him with my pound sonThe shells dropOld ladies yell for the cops and shorty shot shitFell in the arms of his pops and didnt mean toWhy he had them running awayShould have taught him how to duck when he heard the *****ing gun sprayI say a prayer for the kid, keep steppingWith my weapon *****ed wetting up the block every section hotThe gats flash out by leaps and boundsNow police and hounds making up groundsCause they chasing me downIm all alone in this war zoneMy brains under stressThinking Im blessed if I can make it homeScared to death kidCatch my breath I bear leftHit the weeds and then rest to calm my chestBut an undercover had discovered my plot and planI shot the man so I dropped my glock and ran<9th prince>Get the ***** out the way, move, moveGet the ***** out the way, oh shit<killa sin>Yo, I made a rally to a dark alleyWhere I bumped heads with crackhead fred and his ***** named sallyShe had a down low lab for me to go toWhere I could relax and count stacks like Im supposed toKeep my whereabouts on the hush hushI had to provide some heroin high, sick grooves, and five bags of dustI didnt wet up or let it slide because I was petrifiedIf homicide got me they gonna watch me die***** that, Im going all outNo half steppingMy last weapon is *****ed to keep that ass jettingI lay low for like five days or soPut some troopers on the block round the clock to make me doughYo out of sight and out of mind be my mottoI promise myself Im gonna make it to see tomorrow<chorus><killa sin>Word up, killarm 96Killa sin, word up9th princeThe saga continuesFor real though gotta let these niggas knowTo the rounds in the cut, all real niggas raise up
