| Song | Killin Season |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Death Threatz |
| 作词 : Allen, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| In the mutha****in 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 ****in 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 ****in 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 ****in 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 | |
| Murder murder murder | |
| Kill kill kill (3x) | |
| Murder murder murder murder... | |
| Geah, come on | |
| I'ma flee the mutha****in 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, **** 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 ****in belt buckle | |
| Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, i roll through | |
| With the mentality of ****in 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 mutha****in chest | |
| For no apparent reason | |
| '96 is the killin season | |
| 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 **** 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 mutha****in nigga buckin | |
| You can't compete, your whole street catch the blues | |
| You gon' pay some mutha****in 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, mutha****a, 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 | |
| **** 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 **** we from | |
| Ugh | |
| Nigga | |
| Original cmw in the mutha****in 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 mutha****in house | |
| Everybody in this mutha****a | |
| Geah | |
| Y'all know how we do it | |
| For the 9 to the 6, nigga | |
| And you better watch the **** out | |
| Cause we know your mutha****in 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 | |
| **** the shit |
| zuò cí : Allen, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| In the mutha in house | |
| For the 9 to the 6 | |
| Geah | |
| To them bitchass 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 in 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 in dick | |
| Definitely settrippin, reminiscin | |
| Bout my homies who died from the park | |
| From casual to short | |
| Line up the homie as a teardrop falls | |
| No time for backtrackin, 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 in bullet | |
| Your mama, your daddy, your old anniegranny | |
| 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 bitchmade nigga, and i' m cheesin | |
| ' 96 is the killin season | |
| Murder murder murder | |
| Kill kill kill 3x | |
| Murder murder murder murder... | |
| Geah, come on | |
| I' ma flee the mutha in 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, it, full of holes like swiss cheese | |
| And ain' t no stoppin this b. g. from the cpt | |
| Dippin around, fool, that' s where i be | |
| Niggas disrespect, makes me chuckle | |
| Represent the hood on my in belt buckle | |
| Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, i roll through | |
| With the mentality of in 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 mutha in chest | |
| For no apparent reason | |
| ' 96 is the killin season | |
| 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 driveby' s | |
| Cause it only takes a sec | |
| For boom bam to empty the tec | |
| Not givin a 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 mutha in nigga buckin | |
| You can' t compete, your whole street catch the blues | |
| You gon' pay some mutha in dues | |
| And ain' t no stoppin till the clip is through | |
| If i' m gon' die, your markass gon' definitely die too | |
| Caught the slug in the back of the shoulder | |
| Swear, like a chair, mutha a, 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 | |
| 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 we from | |
| Ugh | |
| Nigga | |
| Original cmw in the mutha in 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 mutha in house | |
| Everybody in this mutha a | |
| Geah | |
| Y' all know how we do it | |
| For the 9 to the 6, nigga | |
| And you better watch the out | |
| Cause we know your mutha in 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 | |
| the shit |