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