Rest In p*ss lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I'm back up in this motherf*cka, you know I'm sayin'?
For the nine whatever the f*ck, you know?
I ain't dead yet, you know I'm sayin'?
It's my real loc' n*ggas

[Verse 1]
I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the J
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 n*ggas is gone away Mini clips and 24 rips is, packed but really, who got my backfade?
Now that them n*ggas done hit the grave I'm killing them off for the old days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush'll make me sicker than sick
And it can get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish
Cause n*gga, it's E-B-K everyday all day to the day I die
I'm creepin' through your set with a mini mac 10 A-R One Five
Ruger with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beanie disguise
That n*gga that you can't see just cause of them bloccsta locs over my eyes
Crept like a black cat through the mack
With a Mac 10 on my lap and a fat sack of that shag
Took a hit of that sh*t and seen some n*ggas with a fo fifth
So I let 'em have it, ounces of O-E fo'-oh, no-doz, Indonesia spliffs
And a 9 millimeter for the n*gga that'll dump and pump one in yo' b*tch
And put her in a grave with a empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Then bounce to the ounce in a 'llac with a mac and a fat fat sack of that Indo sh*t
I'm sicker than sick them n*ggas they gotta admit when I
Grab my sh*t you either bone or get caught with a hot one
n*gga so rest in p*ss
[Chorus]
Call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc
I got that 9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in p*ss (sh*t)
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc
I got that 9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in p*ss (sh*t)
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc
I got that 9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in p*ss (sh*t)
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc
I got that 9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in p*ss (sh*t)


[Verse 2]
From the reps of the depths of the double-O deuce fo' blocc
With a Glock in the pocket full of that cess
You better wear a bullet proof vest
When I'm at your set better pack you a tech
Cause I'm at your neck with a clip full of that sh*t
n*gga don't trip when I put one in yo' di*k
That Ripgut Cannibal Hannibal sh*t
n*gga nuts and guts all over my chest and stomach
Running to the 'llac threw my strap in the back
Twist me up a sack and I'm back at the Garden Blocc
Kicking it with maniac, the n*gga that'll mainly act
Sicker than sick when a clip's in progress
Put 'em underground with a brain full of them nine slugs
Then read 'em in Reader's Digest, Uh!
I found a new love trickling in my brain
Half of the doja, half of the O-E
Half of the fact that I'm that insane
n*gga, from the deuce four blockster
Where n*ggas never put their Glocks up
And get their c*cks sucked n*gga you just can't stop a
Locc to the brain insane with a main gang that'll 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 for the block
Pop! Caught a hot for that 24 street block
n*gga that took a shot rest in p*ss
[Chorus]
Call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc
I got that 9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in p*ss (sh*t)
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc
I got that 9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in p*ss (sh*t)
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc
I got that 9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in p*ss (sh*t)
Just call me Agent Double O Deuce fo' Blocc
I got that 9 milli' Glock and ready to put one in your knot

[Outro]
Yeah, it's that 24 street n*gga you know I'm sayin?
And I tell y'all something 'bout them fools that can rest in p*ss
All them n*ggas that busted on my n*gga Babe Reg
Rest In p*ss!
All them mothaf*ckas who busted on me and my n*gga Hyst
Rest In p*ss!
All them ho's! All them ho's you know who you are
Rest In p*ss!
You little trick ass b*tch, you know I'm stayin'?
Peace to the real n*ggas, locsta's bloccsta's you know I'm sayin?
X-Raided locsta you know I'm sayin?
All my n*ggas from the blocc
Maniac, you know? Sup n*gga?
Been a long time
It's about them down mothaf*ckas you know?
Mothaf*ckas have to give mothaf*ckas props you know?
Mothaf*ckas that don't? f*ck 'em! You know I'm sayin'?
It's still the fo' Blocc, and you know not
To f*ck with these n*ggas
Cause n*ggas comin' up
That n*gga Shawn what's up n*gga?
I'ma get at you n*gga, don't even trip
B-Dubb's in the mothaf*ckin' house
Don't trip, it's real blocc sh*t
And I'm out for the deuce fo'