Текст песни MC Eiht (C.M.W.) - Killin Season
MC Eiht (C.M.W.) - Killin Season слова песни
GeahIn the muthafuckin houseFor the 9 to the 6GeahTo them bitch-ass niggasWe know your residential spotThe red dot`s on your dome, geah fool, I`m ready to pull thisTrigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullestOriginal baby gangster on the block159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glockIt looks like rain, so I`m wettinYour hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettinNo need for fuckin with the killer when I`m goin downNigga please, no R.I.P.`s for these Westside geesI fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clipWhich I stash by my fuckin dickDefinitely set-trippin, reminiscinBout my homies who died from the ParkFrom Casual to ShortLine up the homie as a teardrop fallsNo time for back-trackin, cause hood work callsHousecalls be given, where you livin, unforgivenMy mentality`s like the dead has risenHit your block with the glock cocked, I`m ready to pull itNot givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bulletYour mama, your daddy, your old annie-grannyOh no, I`m loco, out the roof of the CaddyAw shit, fire spits out the hole of the MacI will send you on a trip where you won`t be comin backI pops a bitch-made nigga, and I`m cheesin`96 is the killin seasonMurder murder murderKill kill kill (3x)Murder murder murder murder...Geah, come onI`ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody aliveThe mentality`s got me stuck in `85Park boy straight bangin (right)Peelin caps back to collect my stripesFrom the 3rd to the Cly`, then back to TaperNiggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vaporsBitch please, 159 geesFill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like Swiss cheeseAnd ain`t no stoppin this b.g. from the C-P-TDippin around, fool, that`s where I beNiggas disrespect, makes me chuckleRepresent the hood on my fuckin belt buckleChalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll throughWith the mentality of fuckin youNiggas on niggas, we need to quitSay it ain`t no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shitSo fool, don`t testI be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin chestFor no apparent reason`96 is the killin seasonMurder murder murderKill kill kill (3x)Little HawkBoom BamDa FoeAnd ChillMurder murder murderIt don`t stopMurder murder murderTill your ass gon` dropMurder murder murderGeahCome onTime flies when doin drive-by`sCause it only takes a secFor Boom Bam to empty the TecNot givin a fuck if the clip is emptyIf y`all buckin, I`m buckin, I`m takin 2 with meI hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches screaminNiggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga buckinYou can`t compete, your whole street catch the bluesYou gon` pay some muthafuckin duesAnd ain`t no stoppin till the clip is throughIf I`m gon` die, your mark-ass gon` definitely die tooCaught the slug in the back of the shoulderSwear, like a chair, muthafucka, I`ma fold yaNiggas On The Run got my back, and that`s coolLike King Tee that gives me permission to act a fool(Just clownin) No need tryin to run for protectionCatch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner sectionNiggas be transformin like trees, andAnother dead, it`s the killin seasonMurder murder murderIt don`t stopMurder murder murderTill your ass gon` dropMurder murder murderIt don`t quitMurder murder murderFuck the shitMurder murder murderIt don`t stopMurder murder murderTill your ass gon` dropMurder murder murderBut that ain`t allMurder murder murderCause your ass gon` fallGeahCompton is this bitchGeahYou know where the fuck we fromUghNiggaOriginal CMW in the muthafuckin houseYou know how we do itBack for that ass for the 9 to the 6MC EihtDJ SlipTha ChillLil` Hawk & BirdDa FoeBamMy nigga TomMy nigga ????? is in the houseMy nigga Mike T in the muthafuckin houseEverybody in this muthafuckaGeahY`all know how we do itFor the 9 to the 6, niggaAnd you better watch the fuck outCause we know your muthafuckin residential spotsGeahUghMurder murder murderIt don`t stopMurder murder murderCause your ass gon` dropMurder murder murderMurder murder murderIt don`t quitMurder murder murderFuck the shit