rest in piss lyrics – brotha lynch hung

(brotha lynch)
yeah i’m back up in this motherf*cker
for the 9 whatever the f*ck
you know i ain’t dead yet
i’m with my real loc n*gg*s

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 n*gg*s is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed
but who really got my back
now that them n*gg*s 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 n*gg* 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 n*gg* 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 sh*t and seen some n*gg*s with a 4-5
so i let ’em have it bounce to the o you know trippin
on that indonesian sh*t and a 9 millimeter for you to dump
and put one in your b*tch 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 sh*t
i’m sicker than sick them n*gg*s gotta admit when i
grab my sh*t you either gone or get caught with a hot one
n*gg* so rest in p*ss

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 p*ss” (sh*t) (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 sh*t
n*gg* don’t trip when i put one in your d*ck that ripgut cannibal
hannibal sh*t n*gg* 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 n*gg* 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 n*gg*
it’s that duece foe blockster
where n*gg*s never put their glocks up
and get their c*cks sucked n*gg* 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 motherf*cker
cause you ain’t got no love foe the block
pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block
n*gg* that took a shot rest in p*ss


/ brotha lynch hung lyrics