Locc 2 Da Brain

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
12 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 .9 on the side, going both ways
Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways

Locc 2 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 2 da brain, insane, every day, all day, it's E-B-K
Where niggas load they straps 'cause the rival's on the way

Now try to peep this YG straight low killa rollin' five and the deuce
Locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice
I fuckin' pump 12 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, tryna hit us from the blind side, Locc
A fucking doughnut in the 12-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 the 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 2 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 2 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 2 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 tryna jack me
With a .9 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 .9 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 gunpowder 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 .9 millimeter, .9
And started bustin' on niggas and watching every motherfucker try to run
That locc 2 da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun
So I'ma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
'Cause when I ride it's always locc 2 da brain

Locc 2 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 2 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 grave site
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 12 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 12 o-clock full of that spliff, full of that ammo in my Glock .9
Creepin' through your set hit the stop sign
Sideways bustin', I see Cacc and 24 C's
Feel the breeze from the slugs in my .9 now, rest in peace

Locc 2 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 2 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 2 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 2 da brain