Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Cuz **** we budded at the brain cell and blew dow
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Bitches don't show they face unless they loc
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 more shit
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
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Bitches so when I going dead I'm takin
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Bitches 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
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - I stay high, for the reason bitches is in the seaso
And I'm sicc of the fuccin stress
Fill 'em up Loc 2 Da Brain and
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Fill 'em up like quicc to the shitt
Now lets let go of the smoke
Flow to the gangsta flow
Can't none of them fucc with
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Got bitches rolls dyin from contact smok
It's a Loc 2 Da Brain insane thang
We smoke to the brain and gang bang with folks
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Got a indo theory for any bitches that's out there trippin off that lo
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
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Bitches so when I going dead I'm takin
Mr. Doctor - Fill 'em Up - Setripn' Bloccstyle - Bitches 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 shit