Locc 2 da Brain-Brotha Lynch Hung

[ti:Locc 2 da Brain] [ar:Brotha Lynch Hung] [al:Season Of Da Siccness The] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Locc 2 da Brain - Brotha Lynch Hung [00:00.68]Comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk [00:04.49]I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk [00:07.04]And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage [00:09.67]Watch my back hit the dank load the gat make the grave [00:12.91]Twelve midnight my niggas on the stroll [00:14.97]Mr Doc Baby Reg Brotha Lynch Big Dan [00:17.71]We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so ni**a peep this [00:20.71]Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street [00:24.39]When I got the milli pictured in my head [00:26.20]Ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said I'm halfway dead [00:28.95]What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my Head locc to the brain [00:33.07]On that insane tip E-B-K everyday [00:35.44]The block-style b**ch smokin' dank [00:37.37]With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank [00:41.13]My nine on the side going Both ways [00:43.37] [00:44.18]Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways [00:46.43]Chorus: repeat 2X [00:46.71]Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K [00:48.89]Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [00:51.70]Locc to da brain [00:53.63] [00:56.94]Now try to peep this watt G straight low killa rollin five and the deuce [01:01.31]Locc to the brain set-trippin' after f**king with that sick juice [01:03.61]I f**kin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot [01:06.75](you down to ride ) yeah we f**kin' with them body drops stop [01:10.18]Hit the lights there them niggas go [01:11.68]Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low [01:14.92]Roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here [01:17.54]They f**kin' duckin' dodging bullets damn I emptied the clip [01:20.35]They bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low [01:23.16]A f**king doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump [01:24.85]Hang from the window what's up now ni**a yee-ah [01:27.65]L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain [01:31.96]Insane loc so a ni**a don't give a f**k [01:34.70]It's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck [01:37.45]I let the gauge loose damn I've never seen so much blood [01:40.57]It's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool [01:43.57]So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good [01:47.18]I suggest you hide [01:48.56]Chorus: 1X [01:48.93]Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K [01:50.77]Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [01:53.96]Come with me deep see how I'm bout to do it for this [01:56.49]Back with tight big sh*t [01:57.55]Them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing sh*t [02:00.11]When they get lit up on they turf [02:01.80]So move on with they life one even left [02:03.79]That since that time I haven't heard from him [02:05.72]Now that's my locc right damn where'd you go folks [02:08.03]Remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's [02:11.03]So ni**a f**k it i'll do it like your a** is dead [02:14.15]And touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell [02:16.96]I'm burning up the villiage ni**a life is a b**ch [02:19.45]Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you f**king snitch [02:22.51]So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging [02:24.63]L-O-C and to the brain real locc's don't play that way [02:28.00]See your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor [02:31.06]And watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart [02:33.99]And now it is said and what was said [02:35.93]Will come to pass from Mr Doc amen God bless your a** [02:39.17]Chorus: repeat 2X [02:39.86]Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K [02:41.21]Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [02:44.56] [02:50.07]See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a ni**a is trying to jack me [02:54.25]With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse [02:56.74]But I ain't going out for a jack move [02:59.05]The only thing on my mind [03:00.67]Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools [03:02.73]Now tell me what you busters want with me [03:04.54]They started talking about pockets on the ground you mean [03:07.23]Empty my loot out you fools must be smokin' sherms [03:09.78]But i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn [03:13.97]Now take a lesson from a Sac-Town criminal [03:16.16]I'm standing all alone in the street [03:18.21]And talkin sh*t to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin [03:21.27]Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine [03:23.46]And started bustin on niggas and watching every muther f**ker try to run [03:27.26]That locc to da brain got a ni**a insane with a f**king empty gun [03:29.88]So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride [03:33.25] [03:33.88]Cuz' when I ride it's always locc to da brain [03:34.93]Chorus: repeat 2X [03:35.49]Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K [03:38.23]Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [03:40.47] [03:45.08]You can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight [03:48.70]Bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit [03:52.87]The night Drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's [03:55.63]EBK everyday all day til the day I hit my grave-sight [03:57.81]That locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum [04:00.36]A couple of hits from the purple spliff [04:02.11]And I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum [04:04.17]I have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains [04:05.92]Ni**a nuts and guts is how we get sick them Northern Cal slayings [04:09.30]That locc to the brain sh*t ain't no game it's a gang [04:11.98]Them niggas that killed they mama for some fame it ain't no thang [04:14.78]It ain't no way I dump and let them niggas live [04:17.29]Cuz' where I'm from we rockin up on em' [04:19.10]Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs [04:20.78]It's twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine [04:23.78]Creepin through your set hit the stop [04:26.01]Sign sideways bustin I see gat twenty-four C's [04:27.89]Feel the breeze from the slugs in my nine now [04:30.38]Rest in peace [04:31.19]Chorus: repeat 4X [04:31.88]Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K [04:34.32]Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way