|
<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>
|
<9th Prince-Chorus>
|
Yo, it's burning season
|
Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason
|
Many of them bleeding
|
Some getting sent to the brain for no reason
|
On the streets niggas kill without a license, in Scarsville
|
It's all for real cause everything is real
|
Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel
|
|
<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 tunes (?) lace 'em with your tongue
|
So here's the plan
|
Get the glock I got the doo-wop
|
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
|
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
|
<Chorus>
|
|
<Killa Sin>
|
|
Many times I fought the urge to resort to crime
|
But I find my criminal mind complying with the villain kind
|
I'm feeling 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
|
Lurking 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 and didn't mean to
|
Why he had them running away
|
Should have taught him how to duck when he heard the fucking gun spray
|
I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping
|
With my weapon cocked wetting up the block every section hot
|
The gats flash out by leaps and bounds
|
Now police and hounds making up grounds
|
Cause they chasing me down
|
I'm all alone in this war zone
|
My brain's under 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
|
|
<9th Prince>
|
Get the fuck out the way, move, move
|
Get the fuck out the way, oh shit
|
|
<Killa Sin>
|
|
Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley
|
Where I bumped heads with crackhead Fred and his 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 stepping
|
My last weapon is cocked to keep that ass jetting
|
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 I'm gonna make it to see tomorrow
|
|
<Chorus>
|
|
<Killa Sin>
|
Word up, Killarm '96
|
Killa Sin, word up
|
9th Prince
|