Brotha Lynch Hung - Rest In Piss lyrics

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(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 gates

Load the AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey

I feel the payback simmering in my brain

but thoughts of death cloud my mind

As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed

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 jus kuz of dem glocks and locs

over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac

with a mac 10 in my lap and a 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 sack of dat indo shit

I'm sicker than sick them niggas gotta admit when I

grab my shit you either gone 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 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

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 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 nigga 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 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 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

nigga that took a shot rest in piss

(Chorus)