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'