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....