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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 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
Look up in da sky! a muthafuckin slug!/
Some nigga done let one off and only my 'causezin blood/
Dat muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his flag/
Sum got mad/
And went to da fo da 44 mag/
to da set up and let my 'causezin have it/
Da nigga dat die for da Blocc Gang, did time for da Garden Blocc/
And ended up in a muthafuckin casket, but I don't be givin a fuck/
I'm tappin up in yo
Before you know it I'm 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 u want/
I call it da fever of da HOUSE
gauge shells in dat ass/
Leavin ya face down, chest wit a gang of guts hangin out yo ass/
Nigga, you know da process. They wanna me now/
I'm a dead man till my funeral can you feel me now?/
And if I die, before yo blasted/
Dat's on da Garden rise up out my casket/

I'm liquer sicc and I just might lose
So yo clips, loccs, 'cause we ridin for my folks
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Lynch]
And I'm out in da 6-5, HARDTOP lookin for dat 187/
There he go! And I'm right him bustin wit my Mac-11/
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 deal. Shit, it's not about crip or blood/
It's about payback, dat family
So nigga now fuck yo whole
Like 24 they tryin ta kill me for my fuckin tapes/
Dem baby rapes, so get out my fuckin face/
If I was really bangin niggaz would know 'cause I'd have they set/
Lookin like LA when da hit. Nigga, fuckin wit my tec/
I'm frum da Garden Blocc no matter what say/
I'm makin my money not lettin dat bangin shit get in my
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, fetch these

[Brotha
ain't no fuckin way/
My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no
There no fuckin way/
Dat died for da Blocc, so let's heat dem muthafuckin glocks/
There ain't no way/
My 'causezin gonna lay up in a wit no retaliation/
ain't no fuckin way/
Dat muthafucka for da Blocc, so let's 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 Dem niggaz frum da Garden don't do nuthin 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 wanna kill me 'cause I'm rappin, you what I'm sayin? Wassup niggaz?
Dedicated to my 'causezin Q Ball. Rest In nigga.
To dem muthafuckas, fuck peace.