Key: G# minor•
Verse 1
[Verse 1: Baby X- Rated Locc]
G#m
B
Comin off that high it's that double- set
rapped around some funk in the trunk
Watch my back, hit the dank,
load the gat, make the grave
G#m
F#
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
Em
G#m
C#m
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella
B
Em
B
Take ya glock off safety turn
B
G#m
B
Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil
said I'm halfway dead
G#m
Baug
G#m
What can I say got them evil thoughts
Em
B
On that in sane tip E- be-
With my braids in my hair and I'm
F#
Em
G#m
riding on a full tank
B
C#m
Verse 2
Locc to da brain insane every
Where niggaz load they straps
Verse 3
G#m
brain...
C#m
[Verse 2: Big
Verse 4
G#m
Em
B
Dan]
in' with them body drops stop
they know us are here,
from the blind side Low,
A fucking doughnut and
G#m
D#
Insane loc so a nigga
never seen so much blood
It's all for gang and the
gang shows no love fool
your side it ain't all good,
F#
B
G#m
I suggest you hide
Chorus: 1X
Verse 5
Locc to da brain insane every
the rival's on the way
Verse 6
G#m
deep see how
Back with tight big shit
Them fools that say they'll kill the
F#
Em
stinking hits not doing shit
G#m
C#m
When they get lit up on they turf
E
G#m
heard from him
Now that's my locc right damn,
where'd you go folks?
So nigga fuck it,
I'll do it like your ass is dead
B
G#m
And touch them niggas with
the mack- eleven out of the shell
life is a bitch
you're gang- banging
G#m
B
L- O- see and to the brain real
side is best to hit the floor
what was said
B
G#m
Will come to pass from Mr. Doc amen,
Verse 7
B
F#
Em
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse 8
Verse 9
'cause' a nigga is trying to jack me
G#m
F#
With a nine- millimeter
C#m
B
But I ain't going out for a jack move
G#m
B
The only thing on my mind
G#m
B
G#m
Is pullin my nine and these
handles in these fools
Now tell me what you busters want with me?
B
F#
They started talking about pockets
G#m
D#
Baug
Empty my loot out,
G#m
But I'll be glad to put my strap up in your face
and let some gun powder burn
Town criminal
Em
G#m
C#m
And talkin shit to your circle and ain't
no blastin y'all must be bluffin
every mother fucker try to run
That locc to da brain got a nigga
F#
G#m
insane with a fucking empty gun
C#m
B
So imma continue to strike and stay alone
C#m
G#m
and maintain my self- pride
'cause' when I ride it's always
locc to da brain
Verse 10
Verse 11
day it's E- be- K
Where niggaz load they straps cause
F#
Em
the rival's on the way
Verse 12
B
G#m
B
G#m
You can't see me for the fact that
G#m
Bout' to put some slugs in your throat
B
F#
and put your guts in my coat and hit
G#m
C#m
The night Drop a sack of indo
E
G#m
I hit my grave- sight
That locc to the brain
'cause' it's all redrum
G#m
B
And I'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum
F#
G#m
I have my twelve gauge- pump
decorating niggas brains
Nigga nuts and guts is how we get
sick them Northern Cal slayings
no game it's a gang
G#m
B
Them niggas that killed they mama
G#m
F#
G#m
for some fame it ain't no thang
them niggas live
'cause' where I'm from
Bustin them reps up in them niggas ribs
B
It's twelve- o- clock full of that spliff full
of that ammo in my glock- nine
G#m
B
F#
Creepin through your set hit the stop
G#m
C#m
Sign sideways bustin I see
gat twenty- four see's
B
G#m
in my nine now
Verse 13
B
F#
B
G#m
Chorus: repeat 4X
Verse 14
Locc to da brain insane every
B
G#m
B
G#m
F#
G#m
Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way
Outro 1
C#m
B
G#m
D#
G#m
Baug
B
G#m
Baug
G#m
B
G#m
B
F#
G#m
C#m
B
G#m
B
B
F#
B
G#m
C#m
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