Babe Reg - Fucc Yo Side lyrics

(Reg) As the adrenaline flows to my dome, it's on! Them n***as 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, n***a with the Tec I busted the tre-8 three times for my set Yes we crept on them n***as, straight knocced em out the box Mo murder mo murder ears ringin from the gun shots (Doc) Try to peep this 29th Street Garden Blocc, Mr. Doc, gangsta sh** Locc 2 Da Brain with a Mac n***a tapped out 40 in the cup (Reg) "7-8-1" (Doc) Then it's Redrum locc And I'm on the trigga with a twitch n***a The drive-by tunes is hittin, dumpin 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 (Lynch) ni**a, WHAT UP WITH THAT DANK CHECC (Doc: yeah) (Reg) Then roll it fat The Hard-top hit the corner (Doc) Mac 11's out the window of the Chev (Lynch) Off brans gettin tapped (Doc) That's what you seenin cuz they didn't peep the hit (Reg) We had the lights out (Doc) ni**a (Reg) Pop anotha clip (Doc) They tryn to break I'm yellin how you feel about Loc 2 Da Brain b**h a** n***as Then I let some more spray Until they blood stains the street No witnesses, no paybacc tricc Loc 2 Da Brain n***a L-O-C (Reg) Beatin slugs out the cut n***a 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 n***as bout to die Toni-e-i-e-ight Indo smoke And may locs ride (Doc) Oh it's the, Bomb high No handle our bi-is-ness (Reg) 3 2 1 (Doc) n***a tell me now what is this (Reg) Indo smoke (Doc) You gettin held 'for we ride Locc 2 Da Brain n***a insane Fucc Yo Side (Lynch) 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 (Doc) LOCC 2 DA BRAIN (Lynch) sh** Them n***as that k** they mama for some fame It's called the sicc sh** 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 n***a so call it what you want It's that B-A-B-Y K-I-double L-I-N Many n***as are dyin sh**, from that 12 gauge pump Featurin that n***a that's from that 4 blocc But Loc 2 Da Brain all up in the funk (Doc) The bomb high so let's handle our bi-is-ness (Reg) 3-2-1 (Doc) n***a tell me now what is this (Reg) Indo smoke (Doc) You gettin held 'for we ride Locc 2 Da Brain n***a insane Fucc Yo Side