Killa Cap Pilla lyrics

(Doc)
(Intro)
Yeah killa cap pilla days
Like that check it out

(Doc)
Yo n*gga they bustin watch your bacc
God looks at Zo
Yeah its the loc
Pass the motha fuccin nina
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 sh*t up out my side
Damn I'm spinnin
n*ggas ain't kill me yet so I got up dumpin
Them n*ggas 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 blues
So now I'm stunned and lift my shirt, right?
Bluesin' 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 sh*t
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 stay coo'"
And I'm like "yo cuz n*gga 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 n*gga 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 them gangstas know
Can't none of them fucc with
I'm still on the spot
And watch somejealous-ass ol' Granz
Get with some youngstas just by hangin with Doc
Now that's some real b*tch type sh*t
n*gga so how you fuccin with me
I gets my ride on betta all day
It's E-B-K
So killa on the rival n*gga peela n*ggas dome
With a motha fuccin nina n*gga kill of all ya [reversed lyric - unintelligible]
It don't stop it don't quit n*gga 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 sl*ts
Look at flag n*gga don't it make you mad
When I threw up yo set then shoot a killa
And I'm all up out this b*tch
2 minutes 9 seconds n*gga
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 sh*t's over
I don't go for sh*t
Know what I'm sayin I got respest for my n*ggas man
I'm just on a different level you know
This n*gga got to handle his you know
(Gigglin)
Y'all n*ggas is sicc n*gga thinkin that sh*t is over with
n*gga it's still Rip no matter what I'm doin n*gga
My little cuz is on his own level you know
(Gigglin)
Fucc that n*gga
How mothafuccas gonna go out like that n*gga
Motha fucca kill you n*gga
You should kill yoouself you can't kill him bacc n*gga
(Gigglin)
That's on Locc 2 Da Brain
(Gigglin)
You know what I'm sayin
Y'all n*ggas stray
You know what I'm sayin
n*gga like me
That n*gga Lynch you know
I'm not givin a fucc
You know what I'm sayin
Steadily tryna to have some love for motha fuccas
That n*gga Doc n*gga he on a different level n*gga
That n*gga got to handle his n*gga
There's only one life to live you know
(Gigglin)
Oh sh*t these n*ggas
These n*ggas thought that sh*t was over
n*gga this sh*t ain't near over n*gga
Motha fucca ai't scared of a bullet wound n*gga
I'm carryin a bullet wound n*gga
You know
Ain't nothin wrong with bein on a different level n*gga
But you go to respect what my n*ggas doin
(Gigglin)
This sh*t got me crazy n*gga
This sh*t is just a trip n*gga
It ain't based on the fact I'm high n*gga
I'm just really trippin of this sh*t n*gga
Motha fucca can't be scared n*gga
He's not dead yet n*gga
n*gga you got your time
(Gigglin)
You got your time n*gga
It just wasn't his time n*gga
Y'all motha fuccas should have did him
(Gigglin)
I'm do a fool n*gga
I don't want no motha fucca comin after me
But n*gga it's all the way on
It's all the way on
(Gigglin)
It's Lincoln Village n*gga
I call that n*gga Lincoln Village Killa