Killin Season Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah 

In the muthafuckin house 

For the 9 to the 6 

Geah 

To them bitch-ass niggas 

We know your residential spot 

The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull this 

Trigger, nigga, 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 fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down 

Nigga 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 fuckin dick 

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 cocked, I'm ready to pull it 

Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet 

Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny 

Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the caddy 

Aw shit, 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 bitch-made nigga, and I'm cheesin 

'96 is the killin season 

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Murder murder murder 

Kill kill kill (3x) 

Murder murder murder murder... 

Geah, come on 

I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody 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 

Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors 

Bitch please, 159 gees 

Fill your bucket, fuck 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 

Niggas disrespect, makes me chuckle 

Represent the hood on my fuckin belt buckle 

Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll through 

With the mentality of fuckin you 

Niggas on niggas, we need to quit 

Say it ain't no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shit 

So fool, don't test 

I be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin chest 

For no apparent reason 

'96 is the killin season 

Photos 

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 ass 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 fuck if the clip is empty 

If y'all buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 with me 

I hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin 

Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga buckin 

You can't compete, your whole street catch the blues 

You gon' pay some muthafuckin dues 

And ain't no stoppin till the clip is through 

If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass gon' definitely die too 

Caught the slug in the back of the shoulder 

Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, i'ma fold ya 

Niggas 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 ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section 

Niggas be transformin like trees, and 

Another dead, it's the killin season 

Murder murder murder 

It don't stop 

Murder murder murder 

Till your ass gon' drop 

Murder murder murder 

It don't quit 

Murder murder murder 

Fuck the shit 

Murder murder murder 

It don't stop 

Murder murder murder 

Till your ass gon' drop 

Murder murder murder 

But that ain't all 

Murder murder murder 

Cause your ass gon' fall 

Geah 

Compton is this bitch 

Geah 

You know where the fuck we from 

Ugh 

Nigga 

Original cmw in the muthafuckin house 

You know how we do it 

Back for that ass for the 9 to the 6 

Mc eiht 

Dj slip 

Tha chill 

Lil' hawk & bird 

Da foe 

Bam 

My nigga tom 

My nigga ? ? ? ? ? is in the house 

My nigga mike t in the muthafuckin house 

Everybody in this muthafucka 

Geah 

Y'all know how we do it 

For the 9 to the 6, nigga 

And you better watch the fuck out 

Cause we know your muthafuckin residential spots 

Geah 

Ugh 

Murder murder murder 

It don't stop 

Murder murder murder 

Cause your ass gon' drop 

Murder murder murder 

Murder murder murder 

It don't quit 

Murder murder murder 

Fuck the shit