Текст песни Killarmy - Burning Season, слова песни Killarmy

Текст песни Killarmy - Burning Season

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Get the vests; get the vestsWord up, grab your ninesCrazy head get out there GodBlast that nigga hardIt`s all real over hereKilla Sin, 9th Prince, whatWe don`t give a fuckYo, it`s burning seasonY`all thugs is guiltly of high treasonMany of them bleedingSome getting sent to the brain for no reasonOn the streets niggas kill without a license, in ScarsvilleIt`s all for real cause everything is realDon`t sleep on the average cat he`s packing steelAyo nigga I`m on the cash rules Wasted in my hand, half a hundred grandInjure that pretender in the black landHeard he be the crack manSelling major jums (?) by the pager sonHe the one sporting crazy tunes (?) lace `em with your tongueSo here`s the plan Get the glock I got the doo-wopFollow him for two blocksAnd pop him if he do cockScat back better snap his nap back for that black Pass the stacks to Fat Cat and find out where the crack`s atRolling out make sure you keep your phone outSo I can reach your shit quickGet his whip stripped and take my own routeFor safety Mistakes be for hastyMany jakes who chase meBut never have the space to embrace meA fool`s game where all the rules changeI never move the sameBut who`s to blameMy nigga Buddha came with the ruger aimSomebody screamed stop the violenceSo this nigga had the silencer spitting black talons at any challengerYo, it was a ghetto Vietnam I tried to flee and harmMe and Har my nigga Buddha caught about three in the armBut one traveled to his abdomenI grabbed him and embraced himHad to see how bad this crab had laced himYo, rapidly bleeding started pleading for his lifeTake care my seed and my wifeMake sure she`s feeding him rightTrue indeed black I got your back I hold it down on the real May you rest in peace sonI see you on the groundMany times I fought the urge to resort to crimeBut I find my criminal mind complying with the villain kindI`m feeling nines `til they overflowGoing blow for blow with the restCause them try and test the bestIt`s a slug festRound one sounds wrong I found oneLurking in the back now clapped him with my pound sonThe shells drop Old ladies yell for the cops and shorty shot shitFell in the arms of his pops and didn`t mean toWhy he had them running awayShould have taught him how to duck when he heard the fucking gun sprayI say a prayer for the kid, keep steppingWith my weapon cocked wetting up the block every section hotThe gats flash out by leaps and boundsNow police and hounds making up groundsCause they chasing me down I`m all alone in this war zoneMy brain`s under stressThinking I`m blessed if I can make it homeScared to death kidCatch my breath I bear leftHit the weeds and then rest to calm my chestBut an undercover had discovered my plot and planI shot the man so I dropped my glock and ranGet the fuck out the way, move, moveGet the fuck out the way, oh shitYo, I made a rally to a dark alleyWhere I bumped heads with crackhead Fred and his bitch named SallyShe had a down low lab for me to go toWhere I could relax and count stacks like I`m supposed to Keep my whereabouts on the hush hushI had to provide some heroin high, sick grooves, and five bags of dustI didn`t wet up or let it slide because I was petrifiedIf homicide got me they gonna watch me dieFuck that, I`m going all outNo half steppingMy last weapon is cocked to keep that ass jettingI lay low for like five days or soPut some troopers on the block round the clock to make me doughYo out of sight and out of mind be my mottoI promise myself I`m gonna make it to see tomorrowWord up, Killarm `96Killa Sin, word up9th Prince The saga continuesFor real though gotta let these niggas knowTo the rounds in the cut, all real niggas raise up

Killarmy

Burning Season

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