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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 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 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 let one off and only my 'causezin sheddin blood/
Dat loccest muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his
Sum got mad/
And to da crib fo da 44 mag/
to da set up and let my 'causezin have it/
Da nigga dat die for da Garden Gang, did time for da Garden Blocc/
And ended up stuck in a casket, but I don't be givin a fuck/
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 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
gauge shells in dat ass/
Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a of guts hangin out yo ass/
Nigga, you know da process. They wanna me now/
I'm a man walkin till my funeral can you feel 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 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 niggaz just like he ta/
Nigga dis is real deal. Shit, it's not about or blood/
It's about payback, dat luv/
So nigga now fuck yo clique/
Like 24 deep tryin ta kill me for my fuckin tapes/
Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my face/
If I was really bangin would know 'cause I'd have they whole set/
Lookin like LA when da 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 see da Lynch rippin/
I'm wearin yeah, but muthafucka, I ain't even trippin/
But for my 'causezin Q Ball, Mr & Six/
My 'causezin Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, these clips/

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

You know what I'm 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 what I gotta do, you what I'm sayin?
Tried to sit up here and do my music you know?
Then my 'causezin got rolled on you know? Dem frum da Garden don't do nuthin now, we all gon get rolled up.
Like a fat ass blunt nigga. So
I'm puttin my life on da line for dis shit, they wanna kill me 'cause I'm rappin, you know what I'm sayin? Wassup
Dedicated to my 'causezin Q Ball. Rest In nigga.
To dem otha muthafuckas, peace.