(Doc)
(Intro)
Yeah k**a cap pilla days
Like that check it out
(Doc)
Yo n***a they bustin watch your bacc
God looks at Zo
Yeah its the loc
Pa** 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** up out my side
Damn I'm spinnin
n***as ain't k** me yet so I got up dumpin
Them n***as 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 pa**ed the strap to Ant
Tight just cuz I'm shot up in my gut
Got this crampin and sh**
Zo like "come on Doc, we out"
Now bout this time I ran my a** 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***a 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 k**a
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 k**a
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 k**a
And motha fucca
I be yellin Lincoln Cap Pilla
(Doc)
Now a n***a a** 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-a** ol' Granz
Get with some youngstas just by hangin with Doc
Now that's some real b**h type sh**
n***a so how you fuccin with me
I gets my ride on betta all day
It's E-B-K
So k**a on the rival n***a peela n***as dome
With a motha fuccin nina n***a k** of all ya [reversed lyric - unintelligible]
It don't stop it don't quit n***a rolls who you fuccin with
When I get off they blocc I'm bout to have my a** an empty clip
Taste these nuts fucc with the s*uts
Look at flag n***a don't it make you mad
When I threw up yo set then shoot a k**a
And I'm all up out this b**h
2 minutes 9 seconds n***a
Now I lay me down
But it's still Lincoln Village k**a
(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**'s over
I don't go for sh**
Know what I'm sayin I got respest for my n***as man
I'm just on a different level you know
This n***a got to handle his you know
(Gigglin)
Y'all n***as is sicc n***a thinkin that sh** is over with
n***a it's still Rip no matter what I'm doin n***a
My little cuz is on his own level you know
(Gigglin)
Fucc that n***a
How mothafuccas gonna go out like that n***a
Motha fucca k** you n***a
You should k** yoouself you can't k** him bacc n***a
(Gigglin)
That's on Locc 2 Da Brain
(Gigglin)
You know what I'm sayin
Y'all n***as stray
You know what I'm sayin
n***a like me
That n***a 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***a Doc n***a he on a different level n***a
That n***a got to handle his n***a
There's only one life to live you know
(Gigglin)
Oh sh** these n***as
These n***as thought that sh** was over
n***a this sh** ain't near over n***a
Motha fucca ai't scared of a bullet wound n***a
I'm carryin a bullet wound n***a
You know
Ain't nothin wrong with bein on a different level n***a
But you go to respect what my n***as doin
(Gigglin)
This sh** got me crazy n***a
This sh** is just a trip n***a
It ain't based on the fact I'm high n***a
I'm just really trippin of this sh** n***a
Motha fucca can't be scared n***a
He's not dead yet n***a
n***a you got your time
(Gigglin)
You got your time n***a
It just wasn't his time n***a
Y'all motha fuccas should have did him
(Gigglin)
I'm do a fool n***a
I don't want no motha fucca comin after me
But n***a it's all the way on
It's all the way on
(Gigglin)
It's Lincoln Village n***a
I call that n***a Lincoln Village k**a