Song Lyrics

(It's huntin' season)
(It's huntin' season)

(My lungs ain't weezin')
(My heart ain't seazin')

[Chorus]
We bout to lay 'em down 'cause it's huntin' season
We bout to lay these haters down
We bout to lay these bitches down ('cause it's huntin' season)
We bout to lay these haters down
We bout to lay these bitches down ('cause it's huntin' season)

I off this shit and fuckin' wonder if I die early
I got my blessings every day that I was able to be
Now sit in jail or well should I say in the pits of hell
Stuck up in the stank cell with no motherfuckin' bail
I done been there before
I ain't goin' back no fuckin' more
Sleepin' on them cold floors
Teach these niggas
F*ck this ho
Say they can kiss my asshole
Suck my big pinky toe
Somebody gotta let them know
Niggas ain't takin' this shit no more
Say how is it they can drag us around
Sticks up in our ass
You done forty-one times
Hit my head then sag
Quick to point the fuckin' finger
Quick to set every nigga
Y'all ain't bang drank liquor
How the f*ck do they figure
When they bang fuckin' triggers
Jealous guns I did nigga
Man pistol swore niggas
Every glock and six figures
Judge when you look he in his eye
Not because you think he high
It ain't right to take a life
Just because a man ain't white
How is it they can kill us and then motherfuckin' walk
Get suspended with pay
Lie and say it ain't so
Set that fed bullshit
We gonna see who get dick
Label me a lunatic
F*ck that injustice shit

[Chorus: x3]

It's lame ain't it 'cause
Matter fact it's fucked up
There ain't no fuckin' war on drugs
It's to light our ass up
If I'm guilty then I'm guilty
If I'm not then I'm not
In the end it only matters what loyal that I got
I ain't gonna do the damn crime
If I can't pay the damn fine
Let you point your damn hand
Have you lost your fuckin' mind
I ain't mad at you for it
I'm just tryin' to let you know
When they close that cell door
There ain't no son let me go
I'm gonna tell you what I know
Not some shit I fuckin' wrote
You gonna do the damn time
Rain sleet fuckin' snow
So ride with no dope
If you black that's a no
Get somebody that's white 'cause they won't get pulled over
How much can a man take?
Before his soul fuckin' break
And he think bein born is his worst fuckin' mistake
Stick to milds 'cause he brown
Never smile always frown
Keep his head down low
Don't know where he want to go
So he turned to the blow
Now that's all that he know
Tell me what's his breakin point
Every time he let go
Should I fear for my life
When I go out at night
Why they take away my rights
Give me no money to fight
Am I that damn right
Am I high as a kite
I ain't puffin at the mouth
Y'all know I'm fuckin' right
Now how is thay can kill us and motherfuckin' walk
Get suspended with pay
And lie and say it ain't so
Set that fed bullshit
We gonna see who get dick
Label me a lunatic
F*ck that injustice shit

[Chorus: x4]

(What)

Gene Griffin, Paul Wright, Peter Evans

The duration of Huntin' Season is 5:08 minutes and seconds.