Get the vests; get the vests
 
 Word up  grab your nines
 
 Crazy head get out there God
 Blast that nigga hard
 
 It's all real over here
 
 Killa Sin  9th Prince  what
 
 We don't give a fuck
 
 
 Yo  it's burning season
 Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason
 Many of them bleeding
 Some getting sent to the brain for no reason
 On the streets niggas kill without a license, in Scarsville
 It's all for real cause everything is real
 Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel

 

 Ayo nigga I'm on the cash rules
 Wasted 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 tunes (?) lace 'em with your tongue
 So here's the plan
 Get the glock I got the doo-wop
 Follow him for two blocks
 And pop him if he do cock
 Scat 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
 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
 

 

 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
 Round one sounds wrong I found one
 Lurking in the back now clapped him with my pound son
 The shells drop
 Old ladies yell for the cops and shorty shot shit
 Fell in the arms of his pops and didn't mean to
 Why he had them running away
 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 kid
 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

 
 Get the fuck out the way, move, move
 Get the fuck out the way, oh shit

 

 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 I'm gonna make it to see tomorrow

 

 
 Word up, Killarm '96
 Killa Sin, word up
 9th Prince
 The saga continues
 For real though gotta let these niggas know
 To the rounds in the cut, all real niggas raise up