Burning Season Lyrics - Singles - Killarmy

<9th prince> 

Get the vests; get the vests 

Word up, grab your nines 

<9th prince> 

Crazy head get out there god 

Blast that nigga hard 

It's all real over here 

Killa sin, 9th prince, what 

We don't give a fuck 

<9th prince-chorus> 

Yo, it's burning season 

Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason 

Many of them bleeding 

Some getting sent to the brain for no reason 

On the streets niggas kill without a license, in scarsville 

It's all for real cause everything is real 

Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel 

Ayo nigga I'm 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 tunes (? ) lace 'em with your tongue 

So here's 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 crack's at 

Rolling out make sure you keep your phone out 

So I can reach your shit 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 fool's game where all the rules change 

I never move the same 

But who's to blame 

My nigga buddha came with the ruger aim 

Somebody screamed stop the violence 

So this nigga 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 nigga 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 she's 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 

Many times I fought the urge to resort to crime 

But I find my criminal mind complying with the villain kind 

I'm feeling nines 'til they overflow 

Going blow for blow with the rest 

Cause them try and test the best 

It's 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 shit 

Fell in the arms of his pops and didn't mean to 

Why he had them running away 

Should have taught him how to duck when he heard the fucking gun spray 

I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping 

With my weapon cocked wetting up the block every section hot 

The gats flash out by leaps and bounds 

Now police and hounds making up grounds 

Cause they chasing me down 

I'm all alone in this war zone 

My brain's under stress 

Thinking I'm blessed if I can make it home 

Scared to death kid 

Catch my breath I bear left 

Hit the weeds 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 fuck out the way, move, move 

Get the fuck out the way, oh shit 

Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley 

Where I bumped heads with crackhead fred and his bitch named sally 

She had a down low lab for me to go to 

Where I could relax and count stacks like I'm supposed to 

Keep my whereabouts on the hush hush 

I had to provide some heroin high, sick grooves, and five bags of dust 

I didn't wet up or let it slide because I was petrified 

If homicide got me they gonna watch me die 

Fuck that, I'm 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 I'm gonna make it to see tomorrow 

Word up, killarm '96 

Killa sin, word up 

9th prince 

The saga continues 

For real though gotta let these niggas know 

To the rounds in the cut, all real niggas raise up