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 God
Blast that n____ hard
<Killa Sin>
It's all real over here
<Shogun a__asson>
Killa Sin, 9th Prince, what
<Killa Sin>
We don't give a f___
<Lots of other difficult to decipher mumblings>
<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 n____s 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 n____ 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 c___
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 s___ 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 s___e to embrace me
A fool's game where all the rules change
I never move the same
But who's to blame
My n____ Buddha came with the ruger aim
Somebody screamed stop the violence
So this n____ 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 n____ 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
<Chorus>

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 s___
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 f___ing gun spray
I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping
With my weapon c___ed 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 f___ out the way, move, move
Get the f___ out the way, oh s___

Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley
Where I b__ped heads with crackhead Fred and his b____ 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
f___ that, I'm going all out
No half stepping
My last weapon is c___ed to keep that a__ 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

<Killa Sin>
Word up, Killarm '96
Killa Sin, word up
9th Prince
The saga continues
For real though gotta let these n____s know
To the rounds in the cut, all real n____s raise up