- Killarmy burning season 歌詞
- Killarmy
- (9th Prince) Get the vests, get the vests
(Killa Sin) Word up, grab your nines
(9th Prince) Crazy head get out there God.
Blast that ***** 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) Yo, its burning season
Yall thugs is guiltly of high treason
Many of them bleeding
Some getting sent to the brain for no reason
On the streets * ***** kill without a license, in Scarsville
Its all for real cause everything is real
Dont sleep on the average cat hes packing steel
(Killa Sin) Ayo ***** Im on the cash rules
Wasted in my hand, half a hundred grand
Injure that pretender in the black land
Heard he be the crack man
Selling major jums by the pager son
He the one sporting crazy tools, laser weigh a ton
So heres the plan, get the Glock I got the doo-wop
Follow him for two blocks
And pop him if he do cock
Scat back better snap his nap back for that black
Pass the stacks to Fat Cat
And find out where the cracks at
Rolling out make sure you keep your phone out
So I can reach your **** quick
Get his whip stripped and take my own route for safety
Mistakes be for hasty, many jakes who chase me
But never have the space to embrace me
A fools game where all the rules change
I never move the same, but whos to blame
My ***** Buddha came with the ruger aim
Somebody screamed stop the violence
So this ***** had the silencer
Spitting black talons at any challenger
Yo, it was a ghetto Vietnam I tried to flee and harm
Me and Har my ***** Buddha
Caught about three in the arm
But one traveled to his abdomen
I grabbed him and embraced him
Had to see how bad this crab had laced him
Yo, rapidly bleeding started pleading for his life
Take care my seed and my wife
Make sure shes feeding him right
True indeed black I got your back
I hold it down on the real
May you rest in peace son
I see you on the ground
(9th Prince) Yo, its burning season
Yall thugs is guiltly of high treason
Many of them bleeding
Some getting sent to the brain for no reason
On the streets ****** kill without a license, in Scarsville
Its all for real cause everything is real
Dont sleep on the average cat hes packing steel
(Killa Sin) Many times
I fought the urge to resort to crime
But I find my criminal mind
Complying with the villain kind
Im feeling nines til they overflow
Going blow for blow with the rest
Cause them try and test the best, its a slug fest
Round one sounds wrong I found one
Lurking in the back now
Clapped him with my pound son
The shells drop, old ladies yell for the cops
And shorty shot ****
Fell in the arms of his pops and didnt mean to
Why he had them running away
Should have taught him how to duck
When he heard the ******* gun spray
I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping
With my weapon cocked
Wetting upthe block every section hot
The gats flash out by leaps and bounds
Now police and hounds making up grounds
Cause they chasing me down
Im all alone in this war zone, my brains under stress
Thinking Im blessed if I can make it home
Scared to death kid, catch my breath I bear left
Hit the ****s and then rest to calm my chest
But an undercover had discovered my plot and plan
I shot the man so I dropped my Glock and ran
(9th Prince) Get the **** out the way
Move, move
Get the **** out the way, oh ****
(Killa Sin) Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley
Where I bumped heads with crackhead Fred
And his ***** named Sally
She had a down low lab for me to go to
Where I could relax
And count stacks like Im supposed to
Keep my whereabouts on the hush hush
I had to provide some **** ** high
Sick grooves, and five bags of dust
I didnt wet up or let it slide because I was petrified
If homicide got me they gonna watch me die
**** that, Im going all out, no half stepping
My last weapon is cocked to keep that ass jetting
I lay low for like five days or so
Put some troopers on the block
Round the clock to make me dough
Yo, out of sight and out of mind be my motto
I promise myself Im gonna make it to see tomorrow
(9th Prince) Yo, its burning season
Yall thugs is guiltly of high treason
Many of them bleeding
Some getting sent to the brain for no reason
On the streets ****** kill without a license, in Scarsville
Its all for real cause everything is real
Dont sleep on the average cat hes packing steel
(Killa Sin) Word up, Killarm 96
Killa Sin, word up
9th Prince
The saga continues
For real though gotta let these ****** know
To the rounds in the cut, all real ****** raise up
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