See I was standing in the middle of a circle cuz a ***** is trying to jack me
With a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse
But I aint 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 Ill 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
Im standing all alone in the street
And talkin **** to your circle and aint no blastin yall must be bluffin
Threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine
And started bustin on *****s and watching every muther ****er try to run
That locc to da brain got a ***** insane with a ****ing empty gun
So imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride
Cuz when I ride its always locc to da brain

You have to come with something harder than that. Brotha Lynch is in my top 5 favorite rappers of all time.

By the way it's Big Reg's verse off of Locc 2 Da Brain.

Yeh lynch is amazin

LOCC 2 DA BRAIN...

That's one of my favorite verses..