Artist: Killarmy
Album:  Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars
Song:   Burning Season
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: 9th Prince, (Killa Sin)]
Get the vests; get the vests
(Word up, grab your nines)
Crazy head get out there God
It's real, hold it
(Generals in the cut)
We got the God-U-Nations out
(Wake the fuck up)
Blast that nigga hard
(It's all real with them hits)
Got the God Killa Sin
(You ready son? What the fuck?)
9th Prince, what?

[Chorus: 9th Prince]
Yo, it's burning season
Young thugs is guiltly of high treason
Many of them bleeding
Some getting sent to The Grain for no reason
On the streets niggas kill without a license, as God's build
It's all for real cause everything is real
Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel

[Killa Sin]
Ayo nigga I know that Cash Rules 
Wast it 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 lace 'em with your ton
So here's the plan 
Get the glock I got the ooh-wop
Follow him for two blocks
And pop him if he do cock
his nap 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 shit 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 nigga had the silencer spitting black talons at any challenger (BLAOW!)
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"

Chorus

[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 {*gun shots*}
Round one sounds strung I found one
Lurking in the back, BLAOW! Clapped him with my pound son
As shells drop, old ladies yell for the cops
and shorty shot shit, fell in the arms of his pops
"I didn't mean to, why he had to run in the way?"
Should have taught him how to duck when he heard the fucking gun spray
I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping
With my weapon cocked 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 can't catch my breath I bear left
Hit the weeds 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

[Break: ??]
Get the fuck out the way, move, move
Get the fuck out the way, oh shit

[Killa Sin]
Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley
Where I bumped heads with crackhead Fred and his bitch 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 heroin 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
Fuck that, I'm going all out, no half-stepping
My last weapon is cocked 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 that I'ma make it to see tomorrow

Chorus

[Outro: Killa Sin]
Word up, Killarm '96
Killa Sin, word up
9th Prince {*gun shots*}
The saga continues
For real though gotta let these niggas know
Generals in the cut, all real niggas raise up