Текст: Brotha Lynch Hung. Other. Rest In Piss.

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 pay back simmering in my brain but thoughts of death cloud my mind as my niggas is gone away Many clips and 24 riches packed but really who got my back fade none of them niggas done hit the grave I'm killing them up for old days 24 ways and 24 sack of that purple cushe will make me sicker than sick and get ripgut cannible if you wish cuz nigga its ebk everday all day
till the day I die I'm creeping through yo set with a mini mac ten AR 1 5 rugga wit a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beanie desquise the nigga that you can't see cuz them bloccsta locs are over my eyes crept like black cat wit mac wit a mac 10 on my lap and a fat sack of that shag took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas from the four fifth so I let them have it ounces of o e foe Indonesia spliff and a nine milimeter for the niggas that will dump and pump one in yo bitch then put her in grave with an empty fourty ounce bottle and don't leave a drip then bounce to the ounce in the lac wit a mac and a fat fat sac of that indo shit I'm sicker than sick them niggas have got to admitt when I grab my shit you leave up on us get caught with hot one niggas rest in piss

Chorus x4
call me agent double o duece fo block I got that nine mili glock and ready to put one in yo knot

From the reps of the depths of the double o duece four block with a glock in pocket full of that sex you better wear a bullet proof vest when I'm at yo set better pack you tech cuz im at yo neck wit a clip full of that shit niggas don't trip when I put one in yo dick that ripgut cannible hannible shit niggas nuts and guts all over my chest and stomache running to lac wit my strap in tha back twist me up a sac and I'm back at the garden Blocc kiccin it wit maniac the nigga that will mainly act sicker than sick when clips in progress put em on the ground wit a brain full of them 9 sluggs and read em in readers digest uhh I found a new love tickling in brain have of the dosha have of the oe half of the fact that I'm insane nigga from the Duce four bloccsta where niggas never put their glocks up and get their cocks sucked nigga you just can't stop us loc to brain insane with a main game that will maintain untouchable cut yo throat and leave you in the street brotha lynch around your throat motha fuccin cuz you ain't got no love for the block pop from the 24 street block nigga that took a shot rest in piss

(Thanks to derek for these lyrics)