Fill ’Em Up

[Verse 1]
Cuz nigga we budded at the brain cell and blew down
Niggas don't show they face unless they locs
Blue rides, blue flags , everybody else is fuccin' hoes
Cut dope, get stuffed in the spot
And I could barely see up in this biatch
From all the smoke, god damn
Loc's eyes is bustin while I choke
Toke, one more toke
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 ribs tore up
All at each others throats cuz '94 was crazy than 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 born to die
Nigga so when I'm gone and dead
I'm takin 2 niggaros for tha shit
And 9 for the fuccin' set, drank

(Chorus)
LIQUOR! MURDER!
Wet to the fuccin brain, brain
Fill 'em up with slugs
Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
With LIQUOR! (liqour) MURDER! (murder)
Shermed to the fuccin brain, brain
Fill 'em up with slugs
Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
Drank LIQUOR! MURDER!
Wet to the fuccin brain, brain
Fill 'em up with slugs
Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
With LIQUOR! (liqour) MURDER! (murder)
Shermed to the fuccin brain, brain
Fill 'em up with slugs
Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium

[Verse 2]
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 now
Fill 'em up like quicc to the shits
Now lets let go of the smoke and
Flow to the gangsta flow
Can't none of them fucc with
Got niggaros 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 cracked 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 niggas is born to die
Loc, so when I going dead
I'm takin 2 niggaros for shit
9 for the fuccin set, drank

(Chorus)
LIQUOR! (liqour) MURDER! (murder)
Wet to the fuccin brain, brain
Fill 'em up with slugs
Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
With LIQUOR! MURDER!
Wet to the fuccin brain, brain
Fill 'em up with slugs
Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
Drank LIQUOR! MURDER!
Shermed 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)
Shermed to the fuccin brain, brain
Fill 'em up with slugs
Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
With LIQUOR! MURDER!
Wet to the fuccin brain, brain
Fill 'em up with slugs
Fill 'em up, fill 'em up to his cranium
With LIQUOR! (liqour) MURDER! (murder)
Shermed 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