featuring Baby Reg, Baby X, Big Dan, Mr. Doc       Verse one: 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' E-B-K    Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way       Verse two: 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' E-B-K    Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they 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' E-B-K    Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they 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' E-B-K    Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way       Verse 5: Brotha Lynch       You can't see me for the fact the the inside of my stap'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 it how we get sick them northern-Cal swangs    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' E-B-K    Where niggas load they straps cuz' the rival's on they way........