Burning Season - Killarmy

<9th Prince> 
Get the vests; get the vests 

Word up  grab your nines 
<9th Prince> 
Crazy head get out there God 
Blast that nigga hard 

It's all real over here 

Killa Sin  9th Prince  what 

We don't give a fuck 

<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 



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