Killarmy - Burning Season lyrics

Get the vests, get the vests
Word up, grab your nines
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

Yo, it's burning season
Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason
Many of them bleeding
Some getting sent to the grave for no reason
On the streets niggas kill without
A license as gods build
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 tools
Laser weigh a ton' so here's the plan
Get the Glock, I got the oowop
Follow him for two blocks and pop
Him if he do cock
Scatback, 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've 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

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