Killa Season

[Verse 1: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
This seal ain't silent
Really tight, quite violent
Busting out the window, this is just how we riding
Empty out bananas, then go for the drums
The same for the wicked, might need some tums
Liquid's lethal, I see dead people
You weasels are see through, I see you and hit dude
Beat you and treat you
Bring beef through
Chop meat like beef stew
I decease crews, to speak when I speak it, I keep twos
Got seventeen [?], when I'm dealing with fools
Grab a stolen Benz with a trunk full of jewels
Ride out, hide out, airport and fly out
You wanna wild with us, murder is the trial
You get smoked, when the bomb is hitting the coffin
Finna get [?] down like long division
I [?], spitting napalm, just listen
Bomb, you're ending, ride even if you start the engen

[Chorus: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season, [?]
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your school
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season, [?]
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your school

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Oops, 'bout to get loose
'Bout to get juiced up, 'bout to bust two nuts
'Bout to get the [?] up
AK-47 and put it in your butt
Now everybody gon' see your guts, but nobody gon' see me cut
Coathanga Strangla slanging them
Motherfuck a bullet, [?] your brain and them
I don't give a fuck about your homeboy
Your cousin, your baby mama, fuck them all
Homeboy buzzin'
It is what it is
And when I thizz at your business
One secretary, she shouldn't've been with you
It was necessary, fuck for what she there with you?
I know I should've fucked her then leave her first, then get you
This isn't an issue, I'ma [?] pistol
Till I get enough pesos that I can shoot missiles
It ain't easy to freak you out, I'm Madesicc
Cut you motherfuckers up, [?]

[Chorus: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season, [?]
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your school
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season, [?]
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your school

[Verse 3: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
Give it up with your barol tarol
Cock back and blast if you disrespect the parable
I'm a cannable
With homicidal tendincies
Only chance to live is if it's missals that you're sending me
Killa C and the methamphetamines is telling me
Weapon we ame, egressiveley shoot your enomies excessively
Slice you up selectivley
Slashing your neck and feat
Disrespecting me, fight you like it's the end of me
Hit up Brotha Lynch Hung, Strange in the universe
Taking over now, we don't care if it hurts
Fuck you, all the shit you're about
Cause all I ever wanted was to take your brain out
Sick of the sick shit, pull out a switchblade and hit this
Get split quick, grip this, so I split this
Hollo tip right through your chest, leave you laying in sickness

[Chorus: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season, [?]
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your school
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season, [?]
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your school