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I was a dead man walking they say
So every night I hit the J
Locc the AK and post up in the window 'til come day
Anyway hey, I feel the payback simmering in my brain
But thoughts of death cloud my mind as my loccs is gone away
Many clips and 24 grips is packed, but really who got my back?
Fade, now that my loccs done hit the grave
I'm killin' 'em up for the old days, 24 ways
And a 24 sack of that purple kush
Will leave me sicker than sick
And it can get ripgut cannibal if you wish
'Cause fool, it's E-B-K everyday all day 'til the day I die
I'm creepin' through your set with a mini MAC-10, AR-15
Ruger with a 12-gauge pump in the trunk and a black beanie disguise
The fool that you can't see just 'cause
Of these blocksta loccs over my eyes
Crept like a black cat through the mack with a MAC-10 on my lap
And a fat sack of that chronic
Loaded up that clip 'cause I seen some fools with a four-fifth
So I let 'em have it, ounces of Olde E, 4-0, No-Doz, Indonesia spliff
And a 9 millimeter for the fool that'll
Dump and pump and put 'em in a ditch
I'll leave 'em in a grave with an empty
40 Ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Then bounce to the ounce in a 'Lac in
The back with a fat fat sack of that indo
Head, I'm sicker than sick, them fools they gotta admit
When I grab my clip, you either bone
Or get caught with a hot one, fool
Rest in peace
Call me Agent Double-0 Deuce-4 Block
I got that 9 milli-Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in peace
Call me Agent Double-0 Deuce-4 Block
I got that 9 milli-Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in peace
Call me Agent Double-0 Deuce-4 Block
I got that 9 milli-Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in peace
Call me Agent Double-0 Deuce-4 Block
I got that 9 milli-Glock and ready to put one in your knot
From the Rebs of the Debs of the Double-O Deuce-4 Block
With a Glock and a pocket full of that cess
You better wear a bulletproof vest when I'm at your set
Better pack you a TEC 'cause I'm at
Your neck with a clip full of that rip
Fool, don't trip when I put one in your hip
That ripgut cannibal Hannibal
Now I got a dead man's blood all over my chest and stomach
Runnin' to the 'Lac, put my strap in the back
Twist me up a sack and I'm back at the Garden Block
Kickin' it with Maniac, that's the fool that I'm mainly at
Sicker than sick when a clip's in progress
Put 'em underground with a brain full of them nine slugs
And read 'em in Reader's Digest, ugh
I found a new love and this trick fellen in my brain
Half of the doja, half of the Olde E
Half of the fact that I'm too insane
Fool, from the Deuce-4 Block stuck
Where fools never put they Glocks up
They get they blocks up
Locc you just can't stop, buck
Locc to the brain insane with the main gang
Better maintain, untouchable
Cut your throat and leave you in the
Street with a lynch around your throat
For the mucker, and you ain't got no love for the block
So pop, caught a hot from the 24 street block, fool that took a shot
Rest in peace
Call me Agent Double-0 Deuce-4 Block
I got that 9 milli-Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in peace
Call me Agent Double-0 Deuce-4 Block
I got that 9 milli-Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in peace
Call me Agent Double-0 Deuce-4 Block
I got that 9 milli-Glock and ready to put one in your knot
Rest in peace
Call me Agent Double-0 Deuce-4 Block
I got that 9 milli-Glock and ready to put one in your knot
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