[Brotha Lynch]
Yeah I'm back up in this mother$#&@er
For the 9 whatever the $#&@

You know I ain't dead yet
I'm with my real loc ^!$$%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

The thoughts of death cloud my mind
As my ^!$$%s is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed
but who really got my back

now that them ^!$$%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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% that you can't see glocks and locs

over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac
with a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that crack
took a hit of that %#@! and seen some ^!$$%s with a 4-5

So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin
on that Indonesian %#@! and a 9 millimeter for you to dump
and put one in your (*##$ 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 %#@!

I'm sicker than sick you ^!$$%s gotta admit when I
grab my %#@! you either gone or get caught with a hot one
^!$$% 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" (%#@!) (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 %#@!

^!$$% don't trip when i put one in your dick that Ripgut Cannibal
Hannibal %#@! ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%

it's that duece foe blockster
where ^!$$%s never put their glocks up
and get their @@#!s sucked ^!$$% 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]