Brotha Lynch Hung - Rest In Peace | Текст песни

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• Brotha Lynch Hung
• Rest In Peace

I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the jay
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 mini clips and 24 riches, packed
but who really got my back
Fade now that them niggas done hit the grave
I'm killing them up for the olds days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple Kush should make me sicker
than sick and you can get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish
cause nigga 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 nigga that you can't see just cus of
them bloccsta loccs over my eyes
crept like a black cat through the mac
with a mac 10 on my lap and a fat sack of that shit
took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5th
So I let 'em have it ounces of Ol E for Oh No that Indonesia Spliff
and a 9 millimeter for the nigga that'll
dump and a pump 1 in your bitch
and put her in her grave
with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
then bounce to the ounce
in a lack and a mac and a fat fat sac of that indo shit
I'm sicker than sick them niggas they gotta admit when I
grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one
nigga so rest in piss

[Chorus]
Just call me agent double O duece foe block
I got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot
"Rest in Piss" (Shit) [Repeat 4x]

[Verse 2 (Brotha Lynch)]
From the reps of the depths of the double O
duece foe block with a glock and a pocket
full of that ses you betta wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm at your set betta pack you a tech
cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of that shit
nigga don't trip when I put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal
Hannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chest
and stomach running to the Lac threw my strap in the back
twist me up a sack and I'm back on the Garden block
kicking it with maniac the nigga that a maniac sicker than sick
when a clips in progress put on the ground
with a brain full of them nine slugs and 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 nigga frum tha duece 4
blocctsa where niggas never put their glocks up
and get their cocks sucked nigga you just can't stop a
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 motherfucker
cause you ain't got no love foe the block
pop caught a hot foe that 24 street block
nigga that took a shot rest in piss

[Chorus]

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