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brotha lynch hung - rest in piss lyrics

(brotha lynch)
yeah i’m back up in this motherf-cker
for the 9 whatever the f-ck
you know i ain’t dead yet
i’m with my real loc n-gg-s

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 n-gg-s is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed
but who really got my back
now that them n-gg-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 n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 sh-t and seen some n-gg-s with a 4-5
so i let ’em have it bounce to the o you know trippin
on that indonesian sh-t and a 9 millimeter for you to dump
and put one in your b-tch 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 sh-t
i’m sicker than sick them n-gg-s gotta admit when i
grab my sh-t you either gone or get caught with a hot one
n-gg- so rest in p-ss

(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 p-ss” (sh-t) (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 sh-t
n-gg- don’t trip when i put one in your d-ck that ripgut cannibal
hannibal sh-t n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 n-gg-
it’s that duece foe blockster
where n-gg-s never put their glocks up
and get their c-cks sucked n-gg- 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 motherf-cker
cause you ain’t got no love foe the block
pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block
n-gg- that took a shot rest in p-ss

(chorus)

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