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"Locc 2 Da Brain"
(Feat. Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan, Mr. Doc)

Comin off that high, it's that devil Zagg wrapped around some funk
In the trunk I got the Mossberg pump and 'bout to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm 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
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm 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 I'm riding on a full tank
My nine on the side going both ways
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain

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, lock 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 looking like they know it's a hit
They fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets
Damn, I emptied the clip
They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side, Locc
A fucking doughnut in the twelve-gauge pump
Hang from the window what's up now nigga yeah
L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain
Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck
It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck
I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good
I suggest you hide

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way

Come with me deep
See how I'm 'bout to deal with all this
Backwards type bitch shit
Them fools that say they'll kill that's taking hits not doing shit
When they get lit up on they turf
Some move on with they life one even left
Then 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 MAC-11 out of the shell
I'm burning up the village 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-C 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

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way

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 is handlin' 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 Sactown 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 motherfucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So I'mma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
'Cause when I ride it's always locc to da brain

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way

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 all day 'til the day I hit my gravesite
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'd kill 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 C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now
Rest in peace

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Locc to da brain

Cusche Break (Intro)

Siccmade

Dead Man

Rest In Piss

Return Of Da Baby

Locc 2 Da Brain

Liquor Sicc

Datz Real Gangsta

Deep Down

Dead Man Walking

781 Redrum

Season Of Da Siccness

Welcome 2 Your Own Death

Inhale Wit Da Devil

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