Killa Season lyrics

[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 it
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 in heat 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 tryout
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 engine

[Chorus: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season for the sick
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your skull
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season for the sick
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your skull
[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
Motherf*ck a bullet, [?] your brain and them
I don't give a f*ck about your homeboy
Your cousin, your baby mama, f*ck 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, f*ck for what she there with you?
I know I should've f*cked 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 motherf*ckers up, [?]

[Chorus: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season for the sick
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your skull
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season for the sick
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your skull
[Verse 3: Killa C and Liquid Assassin]
Give it up with your [?]
c*ck back and blast if you disrespect the parable
I'm a cannibal
With homicidal tendencies
Only chance to live is if it's missals that you're sending me
Killa C and the methamphetamines is telling me
Weapon we aim, aggressively shoot your enemies excessively
Slice you up selectively
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
f*ck you, all the sh*t you're about
Cause all I ever wanted was to take your brain out
Sick of the sick sh*t, pull out a switchblade and hit this
Get split quick, grip this, so I split this
Hollow 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 for the sick
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your skull
Killa C, LA, Brotha Lynch
Riding through the streets, it's killa season for the sick
Live by the gun, die by a gun
Drive-by, bullets fly by your skull