Killa Season Grave Plott (Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung)

[Verse 1: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
This seal ain't silent
Really tight, quite violent
Busting out the window, this is just how we riding it
Empty out bananas, then go for the drums
The same for the wicked, might need some tums
Liquid's lethal, I see dead people
You weasels are see through, I see you in heat dude
Beat you and treat you
Bring beef through
Chop meat like beef stew
I decease crews, to speak when I speak it, I keep twos
Got seventeen [?], when I'm dealing with fools
Grab a stolen Benz with a trunk full of jewels
Ride out, hide out, airport and fly out
You wanna wild with us, murder is the tryout
You get smoked, when the bomb is hitting the coffin
Finna get [?] down like long division
I [?], spitting napalm, just listen
Bomb, you're ending, ride even if you start the engine

[Chorus: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season for the sick
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your skull
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season for the sick
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your skull