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Locc to The Brain

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Verse one: baby x-rated locc

Comin off that high its that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk

I got the mossberg pump and bout to jack a punk

And when that siccness hits Im like a new stage

Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave

Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll,

Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan

We bout to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,

Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street

When I got the milli pictured in my head

Aint no stoppin cuz the devil said Im halfway dead

What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin up my head locc to the brain

On that insane tip e-b-k everyday

The block-style bitch smokin dank

With my braids in my hair and Im riding on a full tank

My nine on the side going both ways,

Peel a niggas cap and then Im sideways

Chorus: repeat 2x

Locc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-k

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the way

Locc to da brain...

Verse two: big dan

Now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the deuce

Locc to the brain set-trippin after fucking with that sick juice

I fuckin pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot

(you down to ride? ) yeah we fuckin with them body drops stop

Hit the lights there them niggas go

Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low

Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here,

They fuckin duckin dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip

They bustin back trying to hit us from the blind side low,

A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump

Hang from the window whats up now nigga yee-ah

L-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain

Insane loc so a nigga dont give a fuck

Its in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck

I let the gauge loose damn Ive never seen so much blood

Its all for gang and the gang shows no love fool

So if you ever see us rollin through your side it aint all good,

I suggest you hide

Chorus: 1x

Locc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-k

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the way

Verse 3: mr. doc

Come with me deep see how Im bout to do it for this

Back with tight big shit

Them fools that say theyll 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 havent heard from him

Now thats my locc right damn, whered you go folks?

Remember were supposed to be the ones with brains this loccs

So nigga fuck it, Ill do it like your ass is dead

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

Im burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch

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

So youll make a switch on how youre gang-banging

L-o-c and to the brain real loccs dont 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 its e-b-k

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the way

Verse 4: baby reg

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

With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse

But I aint 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 Ill 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

Im standing all alone in the street

And talkin shit to your circle and aint no blastin yall must be bluffin

Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine

And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther 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

Cuz when I ride its always locc to da brain

Chorus: repeat 2x

Locc to da brain insane every day all day its e-b-k

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the way

Verse 5: brotha lynch

You cant see me for the fact that the inside of my straps 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 its

Ebk everyday until the day I hit my grave-sight

That locc to the brain cuz its all redrum

A couple of hits from the purple spliff

And Im workin a fifth of the coke and rum

I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains

Nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick them northern-cal swangs

That locc to the brain shit aint no game its a gang

Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it aint no thang

It aint no way, I dump and let them niggas live

Cuz where Im from we rockin up on em

Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs

Its 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 cs

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 its e-b-k

Where niggaz load they straps cause the rivals on the way

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