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'