Lyrics:

Nigga, recognize, I'm that motherfuckin Locc
Ol' E drinkin' got me high, givin' head to my .44
They can't blame me for the actions I take
In a sicc state of mind, I premiz-edi-tiz-ate
Fifty-one-fifty as my brain liquifies
Every swig a nigga take, crazy thoughts intensify
I'm ready to ride, I'm Mr. Hyde, but murderin' Dr. Jeckyll
You ain't fuccin' wit' a psycho no mo', X-Loc is goin' klepto, maniac
Stealin' yo' life 'cause I gives a fuck about ya
That's why I'm using that .44 to blow them brains up out yo'
Dumb shit green shit hitting the concrete
Fool, you's a victim if you cyanide near a street
I'll shoot you in the head and let that ass decay
You been laying in the street so long your brains is turning gray
You niggas can't deal with a fool that's full of that Ol' E liquor shit
I'm runnin' 'round town with a bad ass attitude and two extra clips
With a .44 automatic, nigga, you know you gotta duck
Either that or be another victim of a motherfuckin' slaughter
Best for the hole in his chest, the .44 Magnum got me stressin'
My mind was tellin' me no but the 40 ounce kept tellin' me yes
He had on a vest, but I still managed to leave that ass for dead
Cuz there ain't one motherfucker in the whole wide world with a bulletproof forehead
So when you see me swiggin' that Ol' E liquor, hold your breath
I'm slammin' the bottle upside your dome when it ain't nothin' left 'cause

'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)
I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)
Yeah, when I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E
Loc, better watch your back on nervous mode
For really though, really though, yeah (Really though)
When I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E
Loc better watch your back on nervous mode
For really though, really though, yeah

I'm chewin' up slugs, eatin' 'em up, drinking your blood like liquor
It's all because I'm givin' a fuck and I got no love for you niggas
I'm leavin' up outta the house
When it's time to ride and create some death
Only thing I got with me is a 40 of E and it ain't enough left
For me to be pourin' it out for the next motherfucker resting in peace
I love my homies and G's, but it's EBK when the trigga releases
For those who don't know, it's EveryBody Killa, step on back
Ain't no time to be tryna be choosy when I'm fucked up, I'm peelin' they cap
And the reason, a murder's good enough to put these hot ones on ya
Nigga, run on up, go ahead, you can be a victim if you wanna
Ain't no thing to me, we can do it any way you want a do it
It'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me when I put these bullets through it
Blow them brains up out yo' dome wit' a .44 caliber Magnum chrome
Only thing that's at the scene
Is a 40 ounce bottle but all the liquors gone
They looking for a motherfucker but, fool, they'll never find a Locc
You get in the shower, I'm asshole naked and right behind your door
Sicc like Norman Bates, I'm murdering like a motherfucc
Wit' a gun in one hand a 40 in the other one throwin' up hella drunk
Like Jimmy Jones and David Koresh
I'm having these fools strapped, drinking cyanide
Burning theyselves up trying to get the fuck
Away from the X, but ain't nowhere to hide
Let me play that Jack Kevorkian, I'm Dr. Death, assisting yo' suicide
When I put in my clip it click, I cock it back, it goes clack, clack
That's one in the chamber
One for your nuts and one for your bitch's cap
I swig my 40 to death but, fool, I ain't pouring out not one drop
Straight sicc in the dome, I thought you knew
My nigga, that's on the Blocc

'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga) (Yeah)
I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)
Yeah, when I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E
Loc, better watch your back on nervous mode
For really though, really though, yeah (Really though)
When I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E
Loc better watch your back on nervous mode
For really though, really though, yeah

Really though
When I die and it's time for my autopsy, let my homies do it
They could pump me up with Ol' E gold instead of embalming fluid
And when you bury me, put a 40 and a gun in the casket with me
So I can be buzzin' when my cousins come to Hell to get me
I'm giving up nothing, steadily bustin' caps all over the place
I got the Devil so high, he told me to get the fuck out his face
So now I'm back and ready to motivate this old shit
Spit G-sterism, Locc
I could cut off the dicks like a circumcision
I pick up the 4-0, mo' goes down my throat and hits my tonsils
I licc up and throw up the Blocc
I'm to' up and can't be held responsible
Three strikes giving up life for traffic tickets and petty shit
So I'm going out making everybody going look like that spaghetti shit
Stay out my way unless you wishin' to get your life took
Motherfuck your little hit list, I got a big ass hit book
But that serial murdering .44 Magnum will take him off his feet
And put him in a grave with a hole in the head
And slay for the Ripper he took in to meet
And I'm that one drunk motherfucker that's at your funeral home
Dick whipped out, taking that Eightball piss all over your gravestone
So when you see me swiggin' that Ol' E liquor, hold your breath
I'm slammin' the bottle upside your dome when it ain't nothin' left, 'cause

'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)
I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)
Yeah, when I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E
Locc, better watch your back on nervous mode
For really though, really though, yeah (Really though)
When I'm off that Ol' E, when I'm off, when I'm off that Ol' E
Locc, better watch your back and watch your back on nervous mode
Really though, though
'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)
I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)
'Cause I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
All I'm givin' a fuck is about my liquor and my trigga (Trigga)
I don't love you hoes (hoes), I don't love you niggas (Niggas)
'Cause all I'm givin' a fuck is about...