*** Yo Side (Explicit)

As the adrenaline flows to my dome, it's on!

Them niggas posted up so I bust in the murder zone

Them chromes out the window as I bust from the bacc seat

Flags on my face incase they wanna see the Babe

They crazy thinkin they could fucc with Locc 2 Da Brain

Doc gave it up and spilled his guts with the gauge

As C.O.S. sprayed, ni**a with the Tec

I busted the tre-8 three times for my set

Yes we crept on them niggas straight knoccin em out the blocc

Mo murder mo murder ears ringin from the gun shots

Doc)

Try to peep this 29th Street Garden Blocc, Mr. Doc, gangsta sh*t

Locc 2 Da Brain with a Mac ni**a tapped out 40 in the cup

Reg)

"7-8-1"

Doc)

Then it's Redrum locc

And I'm on the trigga with a twitch ni**a

No ride by tunces

Hittin dumpin slow

And I took a drag up of my "port"

Lit up the cushe rolled in them blue zags

Foe jucies faded out the field from all of the smoke

Twist up anotha sacc of puff up

Before we roll up in they set

Lynch)

NI**A, WHAT UP WITH THAT DANK CHECC Doc: yeah)

Reg)

Then roll it fat

The Hard-top hit the corner

Doc)

Mac 11's out the window of the Chev

Lynch)

Off brans gettin tapped

Doc)

That's what you seenin cuz they didn't peep the hit

Reg)

We had the lights out

Doc)

NI**A

Reg)

Pop anotha clip

Doc)

They tryn to break

I'm yellin how you feel about Loc 2 Da Brain

B**ch a** niggas

Then I let some more spray

Until they blood stains the street

No witnesses, no paybacc tricc

Loc 2 Da Brain

Ni**a L-O-C

Reg)

Beatin slugs out the cut

Ni**a tell me what

You aren't steppin out to cut

Yes are flags is flown

I gave it up

L-O-C 2 Da Brain

No we outty

Hittin a couple of corners Vouge spokes

Gettin hi-e-i-e-igh

Yes we're bout to ride

Some niggas bout to die

Toni-e-i-e-ight

Indo smoke

And may locs ride

Doc)

Oh it's the, Bomb high

No handle our bi-is-ness

Reg)

3 2 1

Doc)

Ni**a tell me now what is this

Reg)

Indo smoke

Doc)

You gettin held 'for we ride

Locc 2 Da Brain ni**a insane

Fucc Yo Side

Lynch)

I'm sittin in a pitch blacc room

Full of keys

A indo lightin up ya flame

Shootin, bunchin up the w**d

And ready to get real high

Up in the sky, it's a gang it's a game

Doc)

LOCC 2 DA BRAIN

Lynch)

Sh*t

Them niggas that kill they mama for some fame

It's called the sicc sh*t

Loc is kinda catchy

When creepin in yo set loccin up like Joe Pesci

Yo catch me lightin up your set like a point 9 G-B-C

But L-O-C sportin blacc so you can't see me

Ni**a so call it what you want

It's that B-A-B-Y K-I-double L-I-N

Many niggas are dyin

Sh*t, from that 12 gauge pump

Featurin that ni**a that's from that 4 blocc

But Loc 2 Da Brain all up in the funk

Doc)

The bomb high so let's handle our bi-is-ness

Reg)

3-2-1

Doc)

Ni**a tell me now what is this

Reg)

Indo smoke

Doc)

You gettin held 'for we ride

Locc 2 Da Brain ni**a insane

Fucc Yo Side