[Intro]
Yeah, I'm back up in this motherfucka, you know I'm sayin'?
For the nine whatever the fuck, you know?
I ain't dead yet, you know I'm sayin'?
It's my real loc' niggas
[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 niggas is gone away Mini clips and 24 rips is, packed but really, who got my backfade?
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 it can 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 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 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 Mac 10 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 O-E fo'-oh, no-doz, Indonesia spliffs
And a 9 millimeter for the nigga that'll dump and pump one in yo' bitch
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 shit
I'm sicker than sick them niggas they gotta admit when I
Grab my shit you either bone or get caught with a hot one
Nigga so rest in piss
Yeah, I'm back up in this motherfucka, you know I'm sayin'?
For the nine whatever the fuck, you know?
I ain't dead yet, you know I'm sayin'?
It's my real loc' niggas
[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 niggas is gone away Mini clips and 24 rips is, packed but really, who got my backfade?
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 it can 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 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 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 Mac 10 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 O-E fo'-oh, no-doz, Indonesia spliffs
And a 9 millimeter for the nigga that'll dump and pump one in yo' bitch
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 shit
I'm sicker than sick them niggas they gotta admit when I
Grab my shit you either bone or get caught with a hot one
Nigga so rest in piss
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