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(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
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 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
nigga 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
(chorus)
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
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 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
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
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
nigga 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
Song Info
Submitted by
juhnlaaa On May 25, 2007
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Brotha Lynch is one of the darkest rappers out there but he has rad flows. Shits so fuckin sick. One of the best ever to come out of the West Coast.
Right on man u said it. I love rap, especially westcoast, brotha lynch is 1 a the best to come outa there tho. He don't sugar coat his stories about surviving in a very scary world, and u can tell he's in the middle of it instead of thinkin up gangsta shit to sell records.
Right on man u said it. I love rap, especially westcoast, brotha lynch is 1 a the best to come outa there tho. He don't sugar coat his stories about surviving in a very scary world, and u can tell he's in the middle of it instead of thinkin up gangsta shit to sell records.
"you can burn that hearse cuz Ima walk to my funeral"
"you can burn that hearse cuz Ima walk to my funeral"
I found a new love thats tricklin in my veins, half of the doja half of the OE half of the fact im that insane, niggas illmatic and untouchable
"..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 .." sickest lyrics i swear it.. Pretty much he's out for vengeance & he doesn't care who gets in his way.. Hah.. watch out bitches :)
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 1-5 Rugga with a 12 gauge pump in the trunk and a black beany disguise That nigga that you can't see Glocks and locs over my eyes
That's the anthem I used to hate rap with a passion All I heard was candy-ass crappers rappin about romance, dancin, bullshit from hammer And DJs yelling over songs like they were all that matters That all changed in about 4 minutes Sittin in the back of a lowered civic with a couple 12s rattling my dome and both intestines This is the first of Lynch that I got to listen I will admit I was straight up trippin Never heard lyrics so dark and different Turned me on even if I didn't fully get it All I knew was Brotha Lynch had a gift Spittin out shit so cold and sicc Murderous psychosis that gun down and slow cook infants But had a rhythm that holds attention Somehow got around being thrown into political suppression of music and show business (Yes, I know of X Raided and Lunasicc and the protests against Lynch, But never once did they get named, blamed or spoken against by the president... Or maybe they did and I'm an idiot? But I can't say the lyrics they made were ever the focus of national debate in USA homes and kitchens) To make a short story long, What I'm sayin is: Hands down, by far Brotha Lynch Hung is my favorite
dam this song i something just bad ass lyrics"locc to da brain insane with a main game that will amintain untouchable" cholo ass words this is also a bad ass song.