Brotha Lynch Hung Locc 2 Da Brain Lyrics

Locc 2 Da Brain Lyrics

[Verse 1: Baby X-Rated Locc]



Comin off that high it's 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 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 cuz 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







Chorus: repeat 2X 







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



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







Locc to da brain...







[Verse 2: 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 what's up now nigga yee-ah 



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







Chorus: 1X







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







Chorus: repeat 2X







Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-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 cuz' 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 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 it's always locc to da brain







Chorus: repeat 2X







Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-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 cuz' 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



Cuz' 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







Chorus: repeat 4X







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



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