Lyrics
the night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it s
L-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain, my niggas on the stroll
Cause where i m from we rockin up on em, it s in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck Da, them niggas that d kill they mama for some fame it ain t no thang
My nine on the side going both ways, where niggas load they straps cause the rival s on the way
So if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain t all good, they bustin back trying to hit us from the blind side
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, when i got the milli pictured in my head, god bless your ass
somes i set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch
E-b-k everyday, watch my back Brotha, brotha lynch
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, i m burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch
locc to da brain
Then since that time i haven t heard from him, take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
comin off that high
locc to the brain on that insane tip
i ll do it like your ass is dead
So nigga fuck it, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k Brain, it ain t no way
now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the deuce
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k, it s twelve-o-clock full of that spliff full of that ammo in my glock-nine Da, and i m workin a fifth of the coke and rum
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, god bless your ass, the only thing on my mind
comin off that high
They fuckin duckin dodging bullets, so if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain t all good
and watch them flesh-shredders bout to rip your asshole apart
That locc to the brain shit ain t no game it s a gang, locc to da brain insane every day all day it s e-b-k
And now it is said and what was said, so you ll make a switch on how you re gang-banging
Locc to the brain on that insane tip, take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street
Now that s my locc right damn, it ain t no way Da, load the gat
Bout to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit, will come to pass from mr
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 Brain, make the grave