[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bougard, Grant, Hamlin
[00:03.246](9th Prince) Get the vests, get the vests
[00:04.405](Killa Sin) Word up, grab your nines
[00:06.378](9th Prince) Crazy head get out there God.
[00:13.198]Blast that b***h hard
[00:14.297](Killa Sin) It's all real over here
[00:17.044](Shogun Assasson) Killa Sin, 9th Prince, what
[00:19.609](Killa Sin) We don't give a ****
[00:20.800](Lots of other difficult to decipher mumblings)
[00:22.106](9th Prince) Yo, it's burning season
[00:23.582]Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason
[00:25.652]Many of them bleeding
[00:27.000]Some getting sent to the brain for no reason
[00:29.568]On the streets niggas kill without a license, in Scarsville
[00:33.094]It's all for real cause everything is real
[00:35.340]Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel
[00:37.088](Killa Sin) Ayo b***h I'm on the cash rules
[00:38.753]Wasted in my hand, half a hundred grand
[00:40.700]Injure that pretender in the black land
[00:42.749]Heard he be the crack man
[00:44.143]Selling major jums by the pager son
[00:45.942]He the one sporting crazy tools, laser weigh a ton
[00:48.680]So here's the plan, get the Glock I got the doo-wop
[00:51.113]Follow him for two blocks
[00:52.252]And pop him if he do c**k
[00:53.713]Scat back better snap his nap back for that black
[00:56.393]Pass the stacks to Fat Cat
[00:57.609]And find out where the crack's at
[00:59.048]Rolling out make sure you keep your phone out
[01:00.804]So I can reach your d**k quick
[01:02.201]Get his whip stripped and take my own route for safety
[01:04.754]Mistakes be for hasty, many jakes who chase me
[01:07.230]But never have the space to embrace me
[01:09.268]A fool's game where all the rules change
[01:10.929]I never move the same, but who's to blame
[01:12.531]My nigga Buddha came with the ruger aim
[01:14.876]Somebody screamed stop the violence
[01:16.334]So this b***h had the silencer
[01:17.771]Spitting black talons at any challenger
[01:19.700]Yo, it was a ghetto Vietnam I tried to flee and harm
[01:22.408]Me and Har my nigga Buddha
[01:23.774]Caught about three in the arm
[01:25.265]But one traveled to his abdomen
[01:26.823]I grabbed him and embraced him
[01:28.359]Had to see how bad this crab had laced him
[01:30.084]Yo, rapidly bleeding started pleading for his life
[01:32.418]Take care my seed and my wife
[01:33.686]Make sure she's feeding him right
[01:35.060]True indeed black I got your back
[01:36.980]I hold it down on the real
[01:38.370]May you rest in peace son
[01:39.581]I see you on the ground
[01:40.372](9th Prince) Yo, it's burning season
[01:41.884]Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason
[01:43.926]Many of them bleeding
[01:45.271]Some getting sent to the brain for no reason
[01:47.841]On the streets niggas kill without a license, in Scarsville
[01:51.317]It's all for real cause everything is real
[01:53.584]Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel
[01:55.890](Killa Sin) Many times
[01:56.468]I fought the urge to resort to crime
[01:58.527]But I find my criminal mind
[02:00.120]Complying with the villain kind
[02:01.784]I'm feeling nines 'til they overflow
[02:03.524]Going blow for blow with the rest
[02:04.930]Cause them try and test the best, it's a slug fest
[02:07.456]Round one sounds wrong I found one
[02:09.467]Lurking in the back now
[02:10.657]Clapped him with my pound son
[02:11.917]The shells drop, old ladies yell for the cops
[02:14.192]And shorty shot shit
[02:15.324]Fell in the arms of his pops and didn't mean to
[02:17.887]Why he had them running away
[02:19.372]Should have taught him how to duck
[02:20.752]When he heard the nigga gun spray
[02:22.616]I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping
[02:24.695]With my weapon c**ked
[02:25.770]Wetting up the block every section hot
[02:27.871]The gats flash out by leaps and bounds
[02:29.853]Now police and hounds making up grounds
[02:31.728]Cause they chasing me down
[02:33.050]I'm all alone in this war zone, my brain's under stress
[02:36.123]Thinking I'm blessed if I can make it home
[02:38.176]Scared to death kid, catch my breath I bear left
[02:40.968]Hit the niggas and then rest to calm my chest
[02:43.026]But an undercover had discovered my plot and plan
[02:45.966]I shot the man so I dropped my Glock and ran
[02:48.204](9th Prince) Get the **** out the way
[02:49.739]Move, move
[02:50.800]Get the **** out the way, oh ****
[02:58.509](Killa Sin) Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley
[03:01.134]Where I bumped heads with crackhead Fred
[03:03.058]And his b***h named Sally
[03:04.388]She had a down low lab for me to go to
[03:06.651]Where I could relax
[03:07.604]And count stacks like I'm supposed to
[03:09.407]Keep my whereabouts on the hush hush
[03:11.271]I had to provide some niggas high
[03:13.185]Sick grooves, and five bags of dust
[03:14.894]I didn't wet up or let it slide because I was petrified
[03:17.705]If homicide got me they gonna watch me die
[03:20.152]**** that, I'm going all out, no half stepping
[03:22.676]My last weapon is c**ked to keep that ass jetting
[03:25.271]I lay low for like five days or so
[03:27.354]Put some troopers on the block
[03:28.538]Round the clock to make me dough
[03:30.158]Yo, out of sight and out of mind be my motto
[03:32.765]I promise myself I'm gonna make it to see tomorrow
[03:35.081](9th Prince) Yo, it's burning season
[03:36.621]Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason
[03:38.699]Many of them bleeding
[03:40.055]Some getting sent to the brain for no reason
[03:42.566]On the streets niggas kill without a license, in Scarsville
[03:46.126]It's all for real cause everything is real
[03:48.334]Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel
[03:52.158](Killa Sin) Word up, Killarm '96
[03:55.962]Killa Sin, word up
[03:58.623]9th Prince
[04:00.936]The saga continues
[04:03.925]For real though gotta let these niggas know
[04:08.490]To the rounds in the cut, all real niggas raise up

作曲 : Bougard, Grant, Hamlin
(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 b***h hard
(Killa Sin) It's all real over here
(Shogun Assasson) Killa Sin, 9th Prince, what
(Killa Sin) We don't give a ****
(Lots of other difficult to decipher mumblings)
(9th Prince) 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 b***h 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 doo-wop
Follow him for two blocks
And pop him if he do c**k
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 d**k 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 b***h 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
(9th Prince) 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) 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 nigga gun spray
I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping
With my weapon c**ked
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 niggas 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 **** out the way
Move, move
Get the **** out the way, oh ****
(Killa Sin) Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley
Where I bumped heads with crackhead Fred
And his b***h 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 niggas 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
**** that, I'm going all out, no half stepping
My last weapon is c**ked 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
(9th Prince) 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) 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 up