Locc 2 Da Brain Chords by Brotha Lynch Hung

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[Verse]
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Coming off that high it's a double sack wrapped around some funk in the trunk I got the moss
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spur pumpin' bout the jackapump And when that sickness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back
                                                                                       
hit the dank load the gag make the grade Twelve midnight my niggas on the stroll Mr Doc
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Baby Reg Brother Lynch Big Dan we bout to roll Ridin' deep hella high so nigga peep this Take
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your Glock off safety turn around and hit the street And when I got the milli' pictured in my
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head ain't no stoppin' Cause the devil said I'm halfway dead what can I say Got them evil
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thoughts fillin' up my head look to the brain on that insane tip EBK Every day the Glock's down
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bitch smokin' dank with
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My braids in my hair And I'm ridin' on a full tank my nine on the side goin' both ways Peelin'
                                    
niggas cappin' and I'm sideways Look
                                                                                              
To the brain insane everyday all day it's EBK Where niggas load they slaps cause the rivals on
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they way Look to the brain insane everyday all day it's EBK Where
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Niggas load they slaps cause the rivals on they way I'm tryna peep this watchin' straight low
                                                  
killer rollin' five in the dukes love to the point
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Set trippin' after fuckin' with that sick juice I fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knocklock
                          
the block You down to rock
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Yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop
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Hit the lights there them niggas go
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Reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low
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Roll slow These niggas lookin' like they know what's a hit they fuckin' duckin' dodgin' bullets
                        
damn I hit the clip They
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Bustin' back tryna hear this from the blindside look A fuckin' donut in the twelvegauge pump
                                                         
ain't from the window what's up now nigga yeah LOC to the
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Brain engage blast equals rest in pain insane look
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So a nigga don't give a fuck it's in the
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Heart so these rival niggas straight stuck I let the gauge loose Damn I never seen so much
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blood it's all for the 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
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Loc to the brain insane everyday all day you see BK We're niggas load
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They straps cuz the rivals on they way Come with me deep see
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How I'm bout to deal with all this backwardtype bitch shit Them fools that say they'll kill us
                                                            
takin' hits not doin' shit When they get lit up on they tech
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Some move on what they like weren't even levin' since that time I haven't
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Heard from him Now that's my loc right damn where'd you go folks Remember we supposed to be the
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ones with brains this low So nigga fuck it I'll do it like your ass is
                                                                                               
Dead and touch them niggas with the MACminus eleven out of the shell I'm burnin' up the village
                                                                                             
nigga life is a bitch so I set the tags and name on the wall you fuckin' snitch So you make a
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switch on how you gangbangin' LOC into the brain real locs don't play that way See you niggas
                                                                                            
on the other side it's best to hit the floor and watch them flesh shredders Bout to rip your
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asshole apart and now wait to see it and what was said will come to pass from Mr Doc
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Amen God bless your ways LOC to the


[Chorus]
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Brain insane everyday all day you see BK We're niggas load they straps cuz the rivals on they
          
way LOC to
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The brain insane everyday all day you see BK We're niggas load they straps cuz the rivals on
                  
they way See I was
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Standing in the middle of a circle cuz a nigga is tryna jack


[Verse]
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Me With a nine I'ma meet the Ruger and a sixD posse but I ain't goin' out for a jack move The
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only thing on my mind is pullin' my nine
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And is handlin' these fools Now tell me what you bustas want with me They started talkin' about
              
pockets on the
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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 gunpowder burn I'll take a lesson from a sacktown criminal
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I'm standin' all alone in the street and talkin' shit to your circle And ain't no blastin'
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y'all must be bluffin' Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine I'ma meet the nine and started
                     
bustin' on niggas And
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Watchin' every muthafucka try to run that LOC to the
                                                                                               
Brain Got a nigga insane with a fuckin' empty gun So I'ma continue to strike and stay alone And
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maintain myself pride cuz when I ride it's always LOC to the brain LOC to the brain insane
                                                                                               
everyday all day you see BK We're niggas load they straps cuz the rivals on they way LOC to the
                             
brain insane everyday all day


[Chorus]
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You see BK We're niggas load they straps cuz the rivals on they way You can't see me for the
                                                                                             
fact that the inside of my straps 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 endo in my pipe and it's EBK everyday all
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day till the day I hit my grave Sight that LOC


[Verse]
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To the brain cuz it's all red rum A couple of hits from the purple split for the work and a
                                                                                            
fifth of the coke and rum I have my twelve gauge pump decorate niggas brains Niggas nuts and
                                                                                           
guts this how we get sick them northern cow slangs That LOC to the brain shit ain't no gang
             
it's the gang
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Them niggas that kill they mama for some fame It ain't no thang it
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Ain't no way I dump and let them niggas live Cuz where I'm from we walkin' up on them bustin'
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them reps up in them niggas
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Ribs It's twelve o'clock full of that split full of that ammo in my Glock nine Creepin'
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Through your set hit the stop sign sideways bust then I see CAC twentyfour C's feel the breeze
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from the slugs in my nine now rest in peace LOC to the brain


[Chorus]
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Insane everyday all day you see BK We're niggas load them straps cuz the rivals on they way LOC
  
to
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the brain insane everyday all day you see BK We're niggas load them straps cuz the rivals on
    
they


[Outro]
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