Burning Season Killarmy

Intro:
9th Prince: Get the vests, get the vests
Killa Sin: Word up, grab your nines
9th Prince: Crazy head get out there, god
Blast that nigga hard
Killa Sin: It's all real over here
Shogun Assasson: Killa Sin, 9th Prince, what
Killa Sin: We don't give a fuck
[Lots of other difficult to decipher mumblings]

Chorus (9th Prince):
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

Verse 1 (Killa Sin):
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