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Q Ball!

So what really happened nigga? I understand ain't nobody did shit. Ain't nobody did shit for my 'causezin. Where dem niggaz at dat said dey'd put it all on da line? 'cause nigga... only a child could empty a gun toward da sky. I gotta kno where niggaz' heads at, 'cause my 'causezin still ain't got no peace yet. So all you muthafuckas wanna know where I stand? Nigga I stand right next to my 'causezin E Mill nigga, you what I'm sayin? And dat's on da Blocc nigga. However you wanna handle dat shit nigga.

Lynch]
Look up in da sky! It's a slug!/
nigga done let one off and only my 'causezin sheddin blood/
Dat loccest muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his
Sum nigga got
And went to da crib fo da 44
to da set up and let my 'causezin have it/
Da nigga dat die for da Garden Blocc Gang, did time for da Garden
And ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket, but I don't be a fuck/
I'm tappin up in yo
Before you know it I'm creepin up on you in a licorice dar kblack top rohan/
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush
So call it what u
I it da fever of da FUNK HOUSE
Dumpin gauge in dat ass/
Leavin ya face down, chest wit a gang of guts hangin out yo ass/
Nigga, you know da process. wanna kill me now/
I'm a dead man walkin till my funeral can you me now?/
And if I die, before yo second
Dat's on da Garden I'ma up out my casket/

I'm liquer and I just might lose control/
So yo clips, loccs, 'cause we ridin for my folks
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[Brotha
And I'm out in da 6-5, IMPALA lookin for dat 187/
There he go! And I'm right behind him bustin wit my
Str8 bumper ta bumper 12 pumpin was dat lil lex locstah/
Givin up his set and dumpin on just like he supposed ta/
Nigga dis is real deal. Shit, it's not crip or blood/
It's about payback, dat family
So nigga now fuck yo whole
Like 24 deep they tryin ta me for my fuckin tapes/
Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my fuckin
If I was really bangin niggaz would 'cause I'd have they whole set/
Lookin like LA da earthquake hit. Nigga, fuckin wit my tec/
I'm frum da Garden no matter what nobody say/
I'm makin my money not lettin dat bangin get in my way/
Niggaz get mad, they wanna see da rippin/
I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthafucka, I even trippin/
But for my 'causezin Q Ball, Mr Docc &
My 'causezin and two of my kids, nigga, fetch these clips/

[Brotha
ain't no fuckin way/
My 'causezin gonna lay up in a wit no retaliation/
There ain't no way/
Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so let's heat dem muthafuckin
There ain't no fuckin
My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no
ain't no fuckin way/
Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so heat dem muthafuckin glocks/

You know I'm sayin? This time it ain't gon be shootin in da muthafuckin air nigga.
We takin out you know. 'cause dat nigga woulda did it for us you know.
I gotta do I gotta do, you know what I'm sayin?
to sit up here and do my music thang you know?
Then my 'causezin got rolled on you know? Dem niggaz frum da Garden don't do now, we all gon get rolled up.
a fat ass blunt nigga. So wassup?
I'm puttin my life on da line for dis shit, they kill me 'cause I'm rappin, you know what I'm sayin? Wassup niggaz?
Dedicated to my 'causezin Q Ball. Rest In nigga.
To dem muthafuckas, fuck peace.