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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 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 know what I'm sayin? And dat's on da Blocc nigga. However you wanna handle dat shit nigga.

[Brotha
up in da sky! It's a muthafuckin slug!/
Some nigga done let one off and only my 'causezin blood/
Dat loccest muthafucka twenty ninth street throwin up his flag/
Sum got mad/
And to da crib fo da 44 mag/
Return to da set up and let my have it/
Da dat die for da Garden Blocc Gang, did time for da Garden Blocc/
And ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket, but I don't be givin a
I'm tappin up in yo
you know it I'm creepin up on you in a licorice dar kblack drop top rohan/
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/
So it what u want/
I call it da fever of da FUNK
Dumpin gauge in dat ass/
Leavin ya down, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo ass/
Nigga, you know da process. They 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 rise up out my casket/

I'm liquer sicc and I just lose control/
So load yo clips, loccs, 'cause we for my folks
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And I'm out in da 6-5, IMPALA lookin for dat 187/
There he go! And I'm right behind him wit my Mac-11/
Str8 bumper ta bumper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex
Givin up his set and on niggaz just like he supposed ta/
Nigga dis is real deal. Shit, not about crip or blood/
It's about payback, dat luv/
So nigga now yo whole clique/
Like 24 deep they ta kill me for my fuckin tapes/
Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my face/
If I was really bangin niggaz would know 'cause I'd they whole set/
Lookin like LA da earthquake hit. Nigga, fuckin wit my tec/
I'm frum da Garden Blocc no 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 ain't even
But for my 'causezin Q Ball, Mr & Six/
My 'causezin Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, fetch clips/

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

You know what I'm sayin? time it ain't gon be shootin in da muthafuckin air nigga.
We out bones you know. 'cause dat nigga woulda did it for us you know.
I gotta do what I gotta do, you 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 nuthin now, we all gon get up.
Like a fat ass blunt nigga. So
I'm puttin my on da line for dis shit, they wanna kill me 'cause I'm rappin, you know what I'm sayin? Wassup niggaz?
to my 'causezin Q Ball. Rest In Peace nigga.
To dem otha muthafuckas, peace.