Rest In Piss

Yeah, I'm back up in this motherfucka, you know I'm sayin'? For the nine whatever the fuck, you know I ain't dead yet, you know I'm sayin'? This for 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 'til come day Anyway hey, I feel the pay-back simmering in my brain But thoughts of death cloud my mind as my niggas is gone away Mini clips and 24 rips is packed, but really, who got my backfade Now that them niggas done hit the grave, I'm killing them off for the old days 24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush'll make me sicker than sick And it can get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish 'Cause nigga, it's E-B-K everyday all day to the day I die I'm creepin' through your set with a mini mac 10 A-R One Five Ruger with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beanie disguise That nigga that you can't see just 'cause of them bloccsta locs over my eyes Crept like a black cat through the Mack With a Mac-10 on my lap and a fat sack of that shag Took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a fo fifth So, I let 'em have it, ounces of O-E fo'-oh, no-doz, Indonesia spliffs And a .9 millimeter for the nigga that'll dump and pump one in yo' bitch And put her in a grave with a empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip Then bounce to the ounce in a 'Llac with a mac and a fat-fat sack of that Indo shit I'm sicker than sick, them niggas they gotta admit when I Grab my shit, you either bone or get caught with a hot one Nigga, so rest in piss Call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc I got that .9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot Rest in piss (shit) Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc I got that .9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot Rest in piss (shit) Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc I got that .9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot Rest in piss (shit) Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc I got that .9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot From the reps of the depths of the double-O deuce fo' blocc With a Glock in the pocket full of that cess You better wear a bulletproof vest When I'm at your set, better pack you a TEC 'Cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of that shit Nigga, don't trip when I put one in yo' dick That Ripgut Cannibal Hannibal shit Nigga nuts and guts all over my chest and stomach Running to the 'Llac threw my strap in the back Twist me up a sack, and I'm back at the Garden Blocc Kicking it with maniac, the nigga that'll mainly act Sicker than sick when a clip's in progress Put 'em underground with a brain full of them nine slugs Then read 'em in Reader's Digest, uh! I found a new love trickling in my brain Half of the doja, half of the O-E Half of the fact that I'm that insane Nigga from the deuce four blockster Where niggas never put their Glocks up And get their cocks sucked, nigga, you just can't stop a Locc to the brain insane with a main gang that'll 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 for the block Pop, caught a hot for that 24 street block Nigga, that took a short rest in piss Call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc (yeah) I got that .9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot Rest in piss (shit) Call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc I got that .9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot Rest in piss (shit) Call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc I got that .9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot Rest in piss (shit) Call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc I got that .9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot Yeah, it's that 24 street nigga, you know I'm sayin' And I tell y'all something 'bout them fools that can rest in piss All them niggas that busted on my nigga Babe Reg Rest in piss All them mothafuckas who busted on me and my nigga Hyst Rest in piss All them ho's, all them ho's, you know who you are Rest in piss You little trick ass bitch, you know I'm stayin'? Peace to the real niggas, locsta's bloccsta's you know I'm sayin'? X-Raided locsta, you know I'm sayin'? All my niggas from the blocc Maniac, you know, sup nigga? Been a long time It's about them down mothafuckas, you know Mothafuckas have to give mothafuckas props, you know Mothafuckas that don't, fuck 'em, you know I'm sayin' It's still the fo' Blocc, and you know not To fuck with these niggas 'Cause niggas comin' up That nigga Shawn, what's up, nigga? I'ma get at you, nigga, don't even trip B-Dubb's in the mothafuckin' house Don't trip, it's real blocc shit And I'm out for the deuce fo'