F**k Yo Side (feat. Babe Reg)

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, nigga 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 Try to peep this 29th Street Garden Blocc, Mr. Doc, gangsta shit Locc 2 Da Brain with a Mac nigga tapped out 40 in the cup Then it's Redrum locc And I'm on the trigga with a twitch nigga 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 NIGGA, WHAT UP WITH THAT DANK CHECC (Doc: yeah) Then roll it fat The Hard-top hit the corner Mac 11's out the window of the Chev Off brans gettin tapped That's what you seenin cuz they didn't peep the hit We had the lights out NIGGA Pop anotha clip They tryn to break I'm yellin how you feel about Loc 2 Da Brain Bitch ass niggas Then I let some more spray Until they blood stains the street No witnesses, no paybacc tricc Loc 2 Da Brain Nigga L-O-C Beatin slugs out the cut Nigga 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 Oh it's the, Bomb high No handle our bi-is-ness Nigga tell me now what is this Indo smoke You gettin held 'for we ride Locc 2 Da Brain nigga insane Fucc Yo Side I'm sittin in a pitch blacc room Full of keys A indo lightin up ya flame Shootin, bunchin up the weed And ready to get real high Up in the sky, it's a gang it's a game LOCC 2 DA BRAIN Shit Them niggas that kill they mama for some fame It's called the sicc shit 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 Nigga so call it what you want It's that B-A-B-Y K-I-double L-I-N Many niggas are dyin Shit, from that 12 gauge pump Featurin that nigga that's from that 4 blocc But Loc 2 Da Brain all up in the funk The bomb high so let's handle our bi-is-ness Nigga tell me now what is this Indo smoke You gettin held 'for we ride Locc 2 Da Brain nigga insane Fucc Yo Side