Cuz nigga we budded at the brain cell and blue down

Niggas don't show they face unless they locs

blue rides blue flags everyone else was fuccin hoes

Cut though get stucc in the spot

And I could barely breath up in ths biatch

From all the smoke, god damn

Loc's eyes is bustin while I choke

Tote one more to tote

Throw the joint to Lynch and slice some mo dope

Adjust my strap so that it's coo and take a sip of 4

Now it ain't no cavies burnin but chronic got my lips toe up

All at each others throat cuz '94 was crazy as fucc

So I steps out look up at the darkness

Glad it's night and that I'm alive

Ready to die, don't ask why

I don't know why it's like that

Just know that locs is gonna die

Nigga so when I going dead I'm takin 2

Nigga rolls for shit

9 for the fuccin set brain

  

[Chorus]

LIQUOR! MURDER!

Went to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)

Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

Drank LIQUOR! MURDER!

Went to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)

Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

  

I stay high, for the reason niggas is in the season

And I'm sicc of the fuccin stress

Fill 'em up Loc 2 Da Brain and

Fill 'em up like quicc to the shits

Now lets let go of the smoke

Flow to the gangsta flow

Can't none of them fucc with

Got nigga rolls dyin from contact smoke

It's a Loc 2 Da Brain insane thang

We smoke to the brain and gang bang with folks

Got a indo theory for any nigga that's out there trippin off that loc

Now who wanna smoke and who wanna get smoked

By the gang that's staight loc

Cuz a punk ain't shit like a bitch ain't shit

They can all get crept with 4's

So I steps out look up at the darkness

Glad it's night and that I'm alive

Ready to die, don't ask why

I don't know why it's like that

Just know that locs is gonna die

Nigga so when I going dead I'm takin 2

Nigga rolls for shit

9 for the fuccin set brain

  

[Chorus]

LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)

Went to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With LIQUOR! MURDER!

Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

Drank LIQUOR! MURDER!

Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)

Loc to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

Now LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)

Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

With LIQUOR! MURDER!

Went to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

Drank LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)

Sherm to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

Now LIQUOR! MURDER!

Loc to the fuccin brain, brain

Fill 'em up with slugs

Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium nigga