Rest In Piss Lyrics - Season Of Da Siccness - Brotha Lynch Hung

(Brotha Lynch) 

Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker 

For the 9 whatever the fuck 

You know I ain't dead yet 

I'm with my real loc niggas 

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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 niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed 

but who really got my back 

now that them niggas 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 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 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 shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5 

So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin 

on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump 

and put one in your bitch 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 shit 

I'm sicker than sick them niggas gotta admit when I 

grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one 

nigga so rest in piss 

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(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 Piss" (Shit) (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 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 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 nigga 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 nigga 

it's that duece foe blockster 

where niggas never put their glocks up 

and get their cocks sucked nigga 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 motherfucker 

cause you ain't got no love foe the block 

pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block 

nigga that took a shot rest in piss 

(Chorus)