rest in piss
Singer:brotha lynch hung
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
so every night i hit the gates
in the window till come day
i feel the payback simmering in my brain
the thoughts of death cloud my mind
as my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches
but who really got my back
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 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk
and a black beany disguise
that nigga that you can't see glocks and locs
over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac
with a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that crack
took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5
so i let 'em have it bounce to the o you know trippin
on that indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump
and put 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 that ounce
with a lack and a mac and a fat pack shit
i'm sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when i
grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one
just call me agent double o deuce 4 blocc
i got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot