(Brotha Lynch)
Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker
For the 9 whatever the fuck
You know I ain't dead yet
I'm with my real loc niggas
I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the j
Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I feels the pay-back simmering in my brain
but thoughts of death cloud my mind
As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 rips is packed
but who really got my back fade
now that them niggas done hit the grave
I'm killing them off for the olds days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sicker
than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish
cause nigga it's EBK everyday all day to the day I die
I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10
AR15 ruger with a 12 guage pump in the trunk
and a black beany disguise
That nigga that you can't see jus kuz of dem bloccster locs
over my eyes crept like a black cat thru da mac
with a mac 10 on my lap and a fat sack of that shat
took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5
So I let 'em have it ounces of OE 4-0 no dos
Indonesian spliff and a 9 millimeter for tha nigga thatll dump
and pump one in your bitch and put her in her grave
with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
then bounce to the ounce
in a lack and a mac and a fat fat sack of dat indo shit
I'm sicker than sick them niggas gotta admit when I
grab my shit you either bone or get caught with a hot one
nigga so rest in piss
(Chorus)
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce 4 Blocc
I got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot
"Rest in Piss" (Shit) (repeat 4x)
(verse 2)
(Brotha Lynch)
From the reps of the depths of the double O
duece foe block with a glock and a pocket
full of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm at your set betta pack you a tech
cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of that shit
nigga don't trip when i put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal
Hannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chest
and stomach running with no lack threw my strap in the back
twist me up a sack and I'm back at the Garden Block
kicking it with maniac the nigga that'll maniac sicker than sick
when a clips in progress put on the ground
with a brain full of them nine slugs an read him in Reader's Digest
uh I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the doja
half of the OE half of the fact that I am insane nigga
it's that duece foe blockster
where niggas never put their glocks up
and get their cocks sucked nigga you just can't stop a
loc to the brain insane with a main game that will maintain
untouchable cut your throat and leave you in the street
with a lynch around your throat motherfucker
cause you ain't got no love foe the block
pop caughta hot from that 24 street block
nigga that took a shot rest in piss