mc eiht - killin season lyrics
geah
in the m-th-f-ckin house
for the 9 to the 6
geah
to them b-tch–ss n-gg-s
we know your residential spot
the red dot’s on your dome, geah fool, i’m ready to pull this
trigger, n-gg-, straight bangin to the fullest
original baby gangster on the block
159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glock
it looks like rain, so i’m wettin
your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin
no need for f-ckin with the killer when i’m goin down
n-gg- please, no r.i.p.’s for these westside gees
i fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
which i stash by my f-ckin d-ck
definitely set-trippin, reminiscin
bout my homies who died from the park
from casual to short
line up the homie as a teardrop falls
no time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls
housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven
my mentality’s like the dead has risen
hit your block with the glock c-cked, i’m ready to pull it
not givin a d-mn, fool, catch the f-ckin bullet
your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny
oh no, i’m loco, out the roof of the caddy
aw sh-t, fire spits out the hole of the mac
i will send you on a trip where you won’t be comin back
i pops a b-tch-made n-gg-, and i’m cheesin
’96 is the killin season
murder murder murder
kill kill kill (3x)
murder murder murder murder…
geah, come on
i’ma flee the m-th-f-ckin scene with n-body alive
the mentality’s got me stuck in ’85
park boy straight bangin (right)
peelin caps back to collect my stripes
from the 3rd to the cly’, then back to taper
n-gg-s rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors
b-tch please, 159 gees
fill your bucket, f-ck it, full of holes like swiss cheese
and ain’t no stoppin this b.g. from the c-p-t
dippin around, fool, that’s where i be
n-gg-s disrespect, makes me chuckle
represent the hood on my f-ckin belt buckle
chalkin up points, smokin on joints, i roll through
with the mentality of f-ckin you
n-gg-s on n-gg-s, we need to quit
say it ain’t no peace, just this piece on yo -ss like flies on sh-t
so fool, don’t test
i be playin connect the dot on your m-th-f-ckin chest
for no apparent reason
’96 is the killin season
murder murder murder
kill kill kill (3x)
little hawk
boom bam
da foe
and chill
murder murder murder
it don’t stop
murder murder murder
till your -ss gon’ drop
murder murder murder
geah
come on
time flies when doin drive-by’s
cause it only takes a sec
for boom bam to empty the tec
not givin a f-ck if the clip is empty
if y’all buckin, i’m buckin, i’m takin 2 with me
i hear sirens, tires screechin, b-tches screamin
n-gg-s duckin, that m-th-f-ckin n-gg- buckin
you can’t compete, your whole street catch the blues
you gon’ pay some m-th-f-ckin dues
and ain’t no stoppin till the clip is through
if i’m gon’ die, your mark–ss gon’ definitely die too
caught the slug in the back of the shoulder
swear, like a chair, m-th-f-cka, i’ma fold ya
n-gg-s 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 tryin to run for protection
catch that -ss dippin when we slippin through the inner section
n-gg-s be transformin like trees, and
another dead, it’s the killin season
murder murder murder
it don’t stop
murder murder murder
till your -ss gon’ drop
murder murder murder
it don’t quit
murder murder murder
f-ck the sh-t
murder murder murder
it don’t stop
murder murder murder
till your -ss gon’ drop
murder murder murder
but that ain’t all
murder murder murder
cause your -ss gon’ fall
geah
compton is this b-tch
geah
you know where the f-ck we from
ugh
n-gg-
original cmw in the m-th-f-ckin house
you know how we do it
back for that -ss for the 9 to the 6
mc eiht
dj slip
tha chill
lil’ hawk & bird
da foe
bam
my n-gg- tom
my n-gg- ? ? ? ? ? is in the house
my n-gg- mike t in the m-th-f-ckin house
everybody in this m-th-f-cka
geah
y’all know how we do it
for the 9 to the 6, n-gg-
and you better watch the f-ck out
cause we know your m-th-f-ckin residential spots
geah
ugh
murder murder murder
it don’t stop
murder murder murder
cause your -ss gon’ drop
murder murder murder
murder murder murder
it don’t quit
murder murder murder
f-ck the sh-t
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