Killarmy
Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars
Burning Season
[9th Prince]
Chorus:
Yo, it's burning season
Y'all thugs is guilty of high treason
Many of em bleedin
Some gettin sent to the grave for no reason
On the streets niggas kill without a license as scars build
It's all for real cause everything is real
Don't sleep on the average cat he's packin steel
[Killa Sin]
Hey yo 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 jewels, lace em with your tongue
So here's the plan, get the glock I got to go out
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
Bone 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
Maybe jakes'll 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 feedin 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]
Chorus
[Killa Sin]
Many times I fought the urge to resort to crime
But I find my criminal mind complyin with the villain kind
I'm feelin 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
Lurkin 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
He didn't mean to, why he had them running away
Should have taught him how to duck when he heard a fuckin gun spray
I say a prayer for the kid, keep steppin
With my weapon cocked wettin up the block every section hot
The gats flash out by leaps and bounds
Now police and hounds making up grounds
Cause them chasing me down
I'm all alone in this war zone
My brain's torn of 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 this 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 steppin
My last weapon is cocked to keep that ass jettin
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 that I'm gonna make it to see tomorrow
[9th Prince]
Chorus
[Killa Sin]
Word up, Killarm 9-6
Killa Sin, word up
9th Prince
The saga continues
For real though gotta let these niggas know
General's in the cut, all real niggas raise up
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