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Mr. Doctor - Killa Cap Pilla lyrics
(Doc) (Intro) Yeah killa cap pilla days Like that check it out (Doc) Yo nigga they bustin watch your bacc God looks at Zo Yeah its the loc Pass the motha fuccin meana Cuz I'm dumpin cuz they dumpin on me Drop the "Ides" Zo Lucky I was high popped off five And something threw me bacc That ripped the shit up out my side Damn I'm spinnin Niggas ain't kill me yet so I got up dumpin Them niggas hit so quick how could I do somethin Damn I'm out too Around the field and out of dodge We coo was breathin hard Then I seen the hole up in my blue So now I'm stunned and let my shirt ride Losin my high I spot the blood not like all over me But I'm feelin tired So I passed the strap to Ant Tight just cuz I'm shot up in my gut Got this crampin and shit Zo like "come on Doc, we out" Now bout this time I ran my ass bacc in the apartment Got the phone dialed the 9-1-1 Dropped the phone and fell on the floor Ant like "don't die on me Doc Loc you gonna C coo" And I'm like "yo cuz nigga bacc up of me Fool you're smutherin all my breathin room" I'm takin short breathes Would've swore to Gardens that I was dead Big X was right ain't one motha fucca alive With a bulletproof forehead And I'm feelin faint Knowin my insides is to-up So now I lay me down But it's still Lincoln Village Killa Chorus (Doc) Now you can't find not one motha fucca in they set Ya gets no respect Betta to clown yo dead folks Cuz I be yellin Village Killa And motha fuccas I be yellin Lincoln Cap Pilla Now you can't find not one motha fucca in they set Ya gets no respect Betta to clown yo dead folks Cuz I be yellin Village Killa And motha fucca I be yellin Lincoln Cap Pilla (Doc) Now a nigga ass got out the motha fuccin Med Center Trama For twenty-two days I did the days I did the stay Got out and started bacc on the campaign representin loc It's Mr. motha fuccin Doc from the set All you gangstas know Can't none of them fucc with I'm still on the spot And watch some jealous asshole brands Get with some youngstas just by hangin with Doc Now that's some real bitch type shit Nigga so how you fuccin with me I gets my ride on betta all day It's E-B-K So killa on the rival nigga peela niggas dome With a motha fuccin meana nigga killa bomb yo house It don't stop it don't quit nigga rolls who you fuccin with When I get off they blocc I'm bout to have my ass an empty clip Taste these nuts fucc with the sluts Look at flag nigga don't it make you mad When I threw up yo set then shoot a killa And I'm all up out this bitch 2 minutes 9 seconds nigga Now I lay me down But it's still Lincoln Village Killa (Brotha Lynch Hung) (Outro) (Gigglin) Yeah yeah I know I know Know what I'm sayin Motha fuccin ain't goin to stop bangin now Y'all think that shit I don't go for shit Know what I'm sayin I got respest for my niggas man I'm just on a different level you know This nigga got to handle his you know (Gigglin) Y'all niggas is sicc nigga thinkin that shit is over with Nigga it's still Rip no matter what I'm doin nigga My little cuz is on his own level you know (Gigglin) Fucc that nigga My motha fuccas ain't gonna go out like that nigga Motha fucca kill you nigga You should kill yoouself you can't kill him bacc nigga (Gigglin) That's on Locc 2 Da Brain (Gigglin) You know what I'm sayin Y'all niggas stray You know what I'm sayin Nigga like me That nigga Lynch you know I'm not givin a fucc You know what I'm sayin Still be tryin to have some love for motha fuccas That nigga Doc nigga he on a different level nigga That nigga got to handle his nigga There's only one life to live you know (Gigglin) Oh shit these niggas These niggas thought that shit was over Nigga this shit ain't near over nigga Motha fucca ai't scared of a bullet wound nigga I'm carryin a bullet wound nigga You know Ain't nothin wrong with bein on a different level nigga But you go to respect what my niggas doin (Gigglin) This shit got me crazy nigga This shit is just a trip nigga It ain't based on the fact I'm high nigga I'm just really trippin of this shit nigga Motha fucca can't be scared nigga He's not dead yet nigga Nigga you got your time (Gigglin) You got your time nigga It just wasn't his time nigga Y'all motha fuccas should have did he (Gigglin) I'm do a fool nigga I don't want no motha fucca comin after me But nigga it's all the way on It's all the way on (Gigglin) It's Lincoln Village nigga I call that nigga Lincoln Village Killa |
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