(talking)
 Yeah Im 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
 I was a dead man, walking they say, so every night I hit the gates
 Loc'ed up ak and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
 I feel the pay, back simmering in my brain
 But thought to death cloud my mind
 As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed
 but who really got my back
 Fade now that them niggas 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 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 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 shit
 I'm sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when I
 grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one
 nigga so rest in piss
 (Chorus)
 Just call me agent double O duece foe block
 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 on the 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