(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 thought of death cloud my mind
As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed
But who really got my back-fade
ow that them niggas hit the grave
I'm killing them off for the olds days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush and make me sicker than sick
and then get ripgut cannibal if you wish cause nigga
It's E-B-K everyday all day to the day I die
I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 AR-15 Rugga with a 12-gauge pump in the trunk
And a black beany disguise
That nigga that you cant see just cus of them bloccsta loccs over my eyes
Crept like a black cat with a mac
With a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that shag
Took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5th
So I let em have it ounces of O.E. for oh no that indonesia spliff
And a 9 millimeter for the nigga thatll pump and dump 1 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 sac of that indo shit
I'm sicker than sick them niggas they gotta admit when I
grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one
Nigga so rest in piss
(Chorus) 4X
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
(Verse 2)
From the reps of the depths of the
double o duece fo'
block with a glock in my pocket full of that ses'
you betta wear a bullet proof vest
When I''m at your set betta pack you a tech
Cause Im at your neck with a clip full of that shit
Nigga dont trip when I put one in your dick that ripgut cannibal, hannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chest and stomach
Running to the 'lac. Threw my strap in the back
Twist me up a sack and I'm back on the Garden Block
Kicking it with maniac, the nigga that a maniac
sicker than sick when a clips in progress
put 'rm on the ground with a brain
full of them nine slugs and read 'em in Readers Digest
Uh!
I found a new love trickeling in my brain
Half of the doja, half of the O.E.
Half of the fact that I am insane
Nigga from tha duece 4 Blocctsa
where niggas never put their glocks up
And get their cocks sucked
igga you just cant 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 aint got no love foe the block
Pop! gotta hot foe that 24 street block
Nigga that took a shot rest in piss
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