Locc 2 da Brain

I suggest you hide

Chorus: 1X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 3: Mr. Doc]

Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this

Back with tight big shit

Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit

When they get lit up on they turf

So move on with they life one even left

That since that time I haven't heard from him

Now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks?

Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's

So nigga fuck it, I'll do it like your ass is dead

And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell

I'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch

Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch

So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging

L-O-see and to the brain real locc's don't play that way

See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor

And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart

And now it is said and what was said

Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen, God bless your ass

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 4: Baby Reg]

See I was standing in the middle of a circle 'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me

With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse

But I ain't going out for a jack move

The only thing on my mind

Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools

Now tell me what you busters want with me?

They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean

Empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms

But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn

Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal

I'm standing all alone in the street

And talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin

Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine

And started bustin on niggas and watching every mother fucker try to run

That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun

So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride

'cause' when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Chorus: repeat 2X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way

[Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung]

You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight

Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit

The night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's

EBK everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight

That locc to the brain 'cause' it's all redrum

A couple of hits from the purple spliff

And I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum

I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains

Nigga nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings

That locc to the brain shit ain't no game it's a gang

Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang

It ain't no way, I dump and let them niggas live

'cause' where I'm from we rockin up on em'

Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs

It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine

Creepin through your set hit the stop

Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four see's

Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now

Rest in peace

Chorus: repeat 4X

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way