R.I.P. - Brotha Lynch Hung

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 payback simmering in my brain

The thoughts of 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 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 even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish cause nigga

It’s EBK everyday all day to the day I die

I’m creepin through your set with a mini mac 10 AR15

Ruger with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beanie disguise

That nigga that you can’t see just cause of them bloccsta locs over my eyes

Crept like a black cat through the mack

With a mac10 on my lap and a fat sack of that shag

Took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a fo fifth

So I let 'em have it

Ounces of OE four-oh, no-doz, Indonesia spliffs

And a 9 millimeter for the nigga that’ll dump

And pump 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 the ounce

In a 'llac with a mac and a fat fat sack 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

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 (Shit)

From the reps of the depths of the double-O deuce four block

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 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 to the 'llac threw my strap in the back

Twist me up a sack and I’m back at the Garden Block

Kicking it with maniac

The nigga that’ll maim, react

Sicker than sick when a clip’s in progress

Put 'em on the ground

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 OE

Half of the fact that I’m that insane nigga

From the deuce four blockster

Where niggas never put their Glocks up

And get their cocks sucked nigga 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 motherfucker

Cause you ain’t got no love for the block

Pop!

Caught a hot for that 24 street block

Nigga that took a shot rest in piss