Killin’ Season

Lyrics

[Intro] Geah Woo In the muthafuckin' house (Uh, woo) For the 9 to the 6 Geah To them bitch-ass niggas (Bye, woo) We know your residential spot [Verse 1] The red dot's on your dome (dome), geah (geah), fool, I'm ready to pull this Trigga, nigga, straight bangin' to the fullest (Right) Original Baby Gangster on the block (Block) 159 reasons, to bust you with the dirty Glock (Glock) It looks like rain (uh), so I'm wettin' (Yeah) Your hood, of course, no remorse (no remorse), better start jettin' (Uh) No need for fuckin' with the killer when I'm goin' down Nigga, please, no R.I.P.'s for these Westside G's (Westside) I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip Which I stash by my fuckin' dick (Uh) Definitely set trippin' (uh), reminiscin' 'Bout my homies who died from the Park (Woo) From Casual to Short Line (line) up the homie as a teardrop falls (Uh, that's right) No time for backtrackin', 'cause hood work calls (That's right) Housecalls be given, where you livin', unforgiven My mentality's like the dead has risen Hit your block with the Glock cocked (oowoo), I'm ready to pull it Not givin' a damn (geah), fool, catch the fuckin' bullet Your mama (uh), your daddy, your toe patty-patty (Your old annie-granny) Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the Caddy (Loco) Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the MAC (Brr) I will send you (uh) on a trip where you won't be comin' back (Uh-huh) I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm cheesin' (Pop, pop, pop) '96 is the killin' season [Chorus] Murder, murder, murder Kill, kill, kill (3x) Murder, murder, murder, murder... Geah, come on [Verse 2] I'mma flee the muthafuckin' scene with nobody alive The mentality's got me stuck in '85 (Yeah) Park boy straight bangin', stick (C'mon, uh, right) Peelin' caps back to collect my stripes From the 3rd (3rd), to the Clay (Clay), then back to Taper And niggas rollin' through, they get nothin' but the vapors (Feel) Bitch, please, 159 G's (Geah) Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like Swiss cheese And ain't no stoppin this B.G., from the CPT Dippin' around, fool, that's where I be (Yeah, y'all know) Niggas disrespect, makes me chuckle Represent the hood on my fuckin' belt buckle (That's right) Chalkin up points, smokin' on joints, I roll through With the mentality, of fuckin' you Niggas on niggas, we need to quit (Uh-huh) Say it ain't no peace, just this piece on yo' ass like flies on shit (Ahh) So fool, don't test I be playin' Connect the Dot on your muthafuckin' chest (Ping, ping, ping) For no apparent reason (That's right) '96 is the killin season, geah (Uh) [Chorus] Murder, murder murder Kill, kill, kill (3x) Little Hawk Boom Bam Da Foe And Chill Murder, murder, murder (Murder) It don't stop Murder, murder, murder Till your ass gon' drop Murder, murder, murder Geah Come on Uh Geah Come on [Verse 3] Time flies (flies), when doin' drive-by's 'Cause it only takes a sec For Boom Bam to empty the TEC (Ooya) Not givin' a fuck if the clip is empty (Oh) If y'all buckin' (buckin'), I'm buckin', I'm takin' 2 with me (Murder, murder, murder) I hear sirens, tires screechin', bitches screamin' (Oh shit!) Niggas duckin' (uh), that muthafuckin' nigga buckin' (Buck, buck, buck) You can't compete, your whole street catch the blues (That's right) You gon' pay some muthafuckin' dues (Uh) And ain't no stoppin' till the clip is through If I'm gon' die, your mark ass gon' definitely die too Caught the slug in the back of the shoulder (Uh-huh) Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, I'mma fold ya (And that's right) Niggas on the Run, got my back, and that's cool Like King Tee, that gives me permission to act a fool (Just clownin'!) No need tryna run (run), for protection (Oh) Catch that ass dippin' when we slippin' through the inner section (Zoot) Niggas be transformin' like trees (Hahahahahaha) Another dead, it's the killin' season (That's right, c'mon) [Chorus] Murder, murder, murder It don't stop (Yeah) Murder, murder, murder (Murder) Till your ass gon' drop (Drop) Murder, murder, murder (Geah) It don't quit (Quit) Murder, murder, murder Fuck this shit (That's right) Murder, murder, murder It don't stop (C'mon) Murder, murder, murder Till your ass gon' drop (Geah) Murder, murder, murder But that ain't all (That's right) Murder, murder, murder 'Cause your ass gon' fall (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon...) [Outro] Geah Compton in this bitch Geah You know where the fuck we from Ugh Nigga Original CMW in the muthafuckin' house You know how we do it Back for that ass for the 9 to the 6 MC Eiht DJ Slip Tha Chill Lil' Hawk & Bird Da Foe Bam My nigga Tom My nigga Smuggles in the house, geah My nigga Mike T in the muthafuckin' house Everybody in this muthafucka Geah Y'all know how we do it For the 9 to the 6, nigga And you better watch the fuck out 'Cause we know your muthafuckin' residential spots Geah Uh [Chorus] Murder, murder, murder It don't stop Murder, murder, murder 'Cause your ass gon' drop Murder, murder, murder It don't quit Murder, murder, murder Fuck this shit