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(Brotha Lynch) 
(talking) 
Yeah Im 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 
Loc'ed up ak and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey 
I feel the pay, back simmering in my brain 
But thought to death cloud my mind 
As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed 
but who really got my back 
Fade now that them niggas 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 
nigga so rest in piss 
(Chorus) 
Just call me agent double O duece foe block 
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 on the 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)

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