Burning Season (Explicit)

Burning Season (Explicit) - Killarmy

Written by：4th Disciple

Yo it's burning season

Yall 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 hes packing steel

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 cracks at

Rolling out make sure

You keep your phone out

So I can reach your sh*t 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 fools game where

All the rules change

I never move the same

But whos to blame

My n***a buddha came

With the ruger aim

Somebody screamed stop the violence

So this n***a 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 n***a 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 shes 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

Yo it's burning season

Yall 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 hes packing steel

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 sh*t

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 f**king 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 brains 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

Get the f**k out the way

Move move

Get the f**k out the way

Oh sh*t

Yo I made a rally to a dark alley

Where I bumped heads with

Crackhead fred and his

B**ch 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 h****n 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

F**k 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 that I'm gonna

Make it to see tomorrow

Yo it's burning season

Yall 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 hes packing steel

Word up killarm 96

Killa sin word up

9th prince

The saga continues

For real though

Gotta let

These niggas know

To the rounds in the cut

All real niggas raise