Mr. Doctor - Fill 'Em Up lyrics

Cuz n***a we budded at the brain cell and blue, damn n***as 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 b*atch 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 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 born to die n***a so when I'm gone and dead I'm takin 2 n***a rolls for tha sh** And 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 n***as 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 sh**s Now lets let go of the smoke Flow to the gangsta flow Can't none of them fucc with Got n***a 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 n***a 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 sh** like a b**h ain't sh** 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 n***a so when I going dead I'm takin 2 n***a rolls for sh** 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 n***a