作词 : Mann
作曲 : Kevin Mann
(Brotha Lynch)
Yeah I'm back up in this mother****e
You know what i'm sayin
For the 9 whatever the ****
You know I ain't dead yet
You know what i'm sayin
I'm with my real locc ****er
I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night
I hit the
JLoad the
AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I feel the payback simmering in my brain
The thoughts of death cloud my mind
As my ****ers is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed but really who got my back feynow that them ****ers done hit the grav
I'm killing them off for the olds days24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush and make me sickerthan sick and even get
Ripgut Cannibal if you wishcause **** it's
EBK everyday all day til the day
I dieI'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10
AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunkand a black beany disguise
That ****er that you can't see just cuz of themglocks and loccs over my eye
Crack like a black cat with a mac with a mac10 on my lap and a fat sack of that cracktook a hit of that mother****er and seen some ****ers with a four fift
So I let 'em have it ounces of oh ee four oh no that
Indonesian mother****er and a 9 millimeter for the ****er that'll dump and pump one in yo mother****er and put her in the grave with an empty fourty ounce bottle and don't leave a dripthen bounce to that ounce with a lack and a mac and a fat pack of that in door mother****e
I'm sicker than sick them ****ers they gotta admit when
I grab my mother****er you either gone or get caught with a hot one**** so rest in piss(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 (mother****er) (repeat 4x)(verse 2)(Brotha Lynch
From the rep of the depth of the double
Oduece foe block with a glock in my pocketfull of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm match your set betta pack you a techcause
I'm at your neck with a clip full of that mother****er ****ers don't trip when I put one in your mother****er that
Ripgut Cannibal
Hannibal mother****er **** **** and guts all over my chest and stomach running til the 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 ****er that a maniac sicker than sick when a clips in progress put em on the ground with a brain full of them nine slugs and read him in
Reader's Digestuh
I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the dojahalf of the oh-
E half of the fact that
I'm that insane ****er from the duece foe blockster where ****ers never put their glocks up and get their ****ers sucked **** 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 mother****er cause you ain't got no love foe the block pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block**** that took a shot rest in piss(Chorus
作词 : Mann
作曲 : Kevin Mann
(Brotha Lynch)
Yeah I'm back up in this mother****e
You know what i'm sayin
For the 9 whatever the ****
You know I ain't dead yet
You know what i'm sayin
I'm with my real locc ****er
I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night
I hit the
JLoad the
AK and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I feel the payback simmering in my brain
The thoughts of death cloud my mind
As my ****ers is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed but really who got my back feynow that them ****ers done hit the grav
I'm killing them off for the olds days24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush and make me sickerthan sick and even get
Ripgut Cannibal if you wishcause **** it's
EBK everyday all day til the day
I dieI'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10
AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunkand a black beany disguise
That ****er that you can't see just cuz of themglocks and loccs over my eye
Crack like a black cat with a mac with a mac10 on my lap and a fat sack of that cracktook a hit of that mother****er and seen some ****ers with a four fift
So I let 'em have it ounces of oh ee four oh no that
Indonesian mother****er and a 9 millimeter for the ****er that'll dump and pump one in yo mother****er and put her in the grave with an empty fourty ounce bottle and don't leave a dripthen bounce to that ounce with a lack and a mac and a fat pack of that in door mother****e
I'm sicker than sick them ****ers they gotta admit when
I grab my mother****er you either gone or get caught with a hot one**** so rest in piss(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 (mother****er) (repeat 4x)(verse 2)(Brotha Lynch
From the rep of the depth of the double
Oduece foe block with a glock in my pocketfull of that sess you betta wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm match your set betta pack you a techcause
I'm at your neck with a clip full of that mother****er ****ers don't trip when I put one in your mother****er that
Ripgut Cannibal
Hannibal mother****er **** **** and guts all over my chest and stomach running til the 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 ****er that a maniac sicker than sick when a clips in progress put em on the ground with a brain full of them nine slugs and read him in
Reader's Digestuh
I found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the dojahalf of the oh-
E half of the fact that
I'm that insane ****er from the duece foe blockster where ****ers never put their glocks up and get their ****ers sucked **** 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 mother****er cause you ain't got no love foe the block pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block**** that took a shot rest in piss(Chorus