http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8bRCVMeaZA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8bRCVMeaZA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8bRCVMeaZA
(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 *****s
[ Lyrics from:
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/brotha+..._20024858.html ]
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 feel the payback simmering in my brain
The thoughts of death cloud my mind
As my *****s is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed
But who really got my back fey
Now that them *****s 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 ***** 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 ***** that you can't see glocks and locs
Over my eyes Crack like a black cat with a mac in my lap and a fat sack of that crack took a hit of that shit and seen some *****s with a 4-5
So I let 'em have it ouncesof OE and a sack of that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter clip 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 *****s gotta admit when I
Grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one
***** 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 rep of the depth of the double O
Duece foe block with a glock in my pocket
Full of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm match your set betta pack you a tech
Cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of that shit
***** don't trip when i put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal
Hannibal shit ***** nuts and guts all over my chest
And stomach running with no slack threw my strap in the back
Twist me up a sack and I'm back at the Garden Block
Kicking it with maniac the ***** that a maniac sicker than sick
When a clips in progress put on the ground
With a brain full of them nine slugs 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 *****
It's that duece foe blockster
Where *****s never put their glocks up
And get their cocks sucked ***** you just can't stop us
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 gotta hot foe that 24 street block
***** that took a shot rest in piss
(Chorus)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8bRCVMeaZA