Mc Eiht - Killin Season Lyrics
GeahIn the mutha*****in houseFor the 9 to the 6GeahTo them *****-ass niggasWe know your residential spotThe red dots on your dome, geah fool, Im ready to pull thisTrigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullestOriginal baby gangster on the block159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glockIt looks like rain, so Im wettinYour hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettinNo need for *****in with the killer when Im goin downNigga please, no r.i.p.s for these westside geesI fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clipWhich I stash by my *****in dickDefinitely set-trippin, reminiscinBout my homies who died from the parkFrom casual to shortLine up the homie as a teardrop fallsNo time for back-trackin, cause hood work callsHousecalls be given, where you livin, unforgivenMy mentalitys like the dead has risenHit your block with the glock *****ed, Im ready to pull itNot givin a damn, fool, catch the *****in bulletYour mama, your daddy, your old annie-grannyOh no, Im loco, out the roof of the caddyAw shit, fire spits out the hole of the macI will send you on a trip where you wont be comin backI pops a *****-made nigga, and Im cheesin96 is the killin seasonMurder murder murderKill kill kill (3x)Murder murder murder murder...Geah, come onIma flee the mutha*****in scene with nobody aliveThe mentalitys got me stuck in 85Park boy straight bangin (right)Peelin caps back to collect my stripesFrom the 3rd to the cly, then back to taperNiggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors***** please, 159 geesFill your bucket, ***** it, full of holes like swiss cheeseAnd aint no stoppin this b.g. from the c-p-tDippin around, fool, thats where I beNiggas disrespect, makes me chuckleRepresent the hood on my *****in belt buckleChalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll throughWith the mentality of *****in youNiggas on niggas, we need to quitSay it aint no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shitSo fool, dont testI be playin connect the dot on your mutha*****in chestFor no apparent reason96 is the killin seasonMurder murder murderKill kill kill (3x)Little hawkBoom bamDa foeAnd chillMurder murder murderIt dont stopMurder murder murderTill your ass gon dropMurder murder murderGeahCome onTime flies when doin drive-bysCause it only takes a secFor boom bam to empty the tecNot givin a ***** if the clip is emptyIf yall buckin, Im buckin, Im takin 2 with meI hear sirens, tires screechin, *****es screaminNiggas duckin, that mutha*****in nigga buckinYou cant compete, your whole street catch the bluesYou gon pay some mutha*****in duesAnd aint no stoppin till the clip is throughIf Im gon die, your mark-ass gon definitely die tooCaught the slug in the back of the shoulderSwear, like a chair, mutha*****a, ima fold yaNiggas on the run got my back, and thats coolLike king tee that gives me permission to act a fool(just clownin) no need tryin to run for protectionCatch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner sectionNiggas be transformin like trees, andAnother dead, its the killin seasonMurder murder murderIt dont stopMurder murder murderTill your ass gon dropMurder murder murderIt dont quitMurder murder murder***** the shitMurder murder murderIt dont stopMurder murder murderTill your ass gon dropMurder murder murderBut that aint allMurder murder murderCause your ass gon fallGeahCompton is this *****GeahYou know where the ***** we fromUghNiggaOriginal cmw in the mutha*****in houseYou know how we do itBack for that ass for the 9 to the 6Mc eihtDj slipTha chillLil hawk & birdDa foeBamMy nigga tomMy nigga ? ? ? ? ? is in the houseMy nigga mike t in the mutha*****in houseEverybody in this mutha*****aGeahYall know how we do itFor the 9 to the 6, niggaAnd you better watch the ***** outCause we know your mutha*****in residential spotsGeahUghMurder murder murderIt dont stopMurder murder murderCause your ass gon dropMurder murder murderMurder murder murderIt dont quitMurder murder murder***** the shit
