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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 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 know 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!/
Some nigga done let one off and only my sheddin blood/
Dat muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his flag/
Sum nigga got
And went to da crib fo da 44
Return to da set up and let my have it/
Da nigga dat die for da Garden Gang, did time for da Garden Blocc/
And up stuck in a muthafuckin casket, but I don't be givin a fuck/
I'm up in yo program/
Before you 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 full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/
So it what u want/
I call it da of da FUNK HOUSE
Dumpin gauge shells in dat
Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of hangin out yo ass/
Nigga, you know da process. wanna kill me now/
I'm a man walkin till my funeral can you feel me now?/
And if I die, before yo blasted/
Dat's on da I'ma rise up out my casket/

I'm liquer and I just might lose control/
So load yo clips, loccs, 'cause we for my folks
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[Brotha
And I'm out in da 6-5, IMPALA lookin for dat 187/
he go! And I'm right behind him bustin wit my Mac-11/
Str8 bumper ta bumper 12 pumpin was dat lil lex locstah/
Givin up his set and dumpin on niggaz just he supposed ta/
Nigga dis is real deal. Shit, it's not crip or blood/
It's about payback, dat luv/
So nigga now fuck yo clique/
Like 24 deep they tryin ta me for my fuckin tapes/
Dem baby rapes, so get out my fuckin face/
If I was bangin niggaz would know 'cause I'd have they whole set/
Lookin like LA when da earthquake hit. Nigga, fuckin wit my
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 see da Lynch rippin/
I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthafucka, I ain't trippin/
But for my Q Ball, Mr Docc & Six/
My Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, fetch these clips/

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

You know what I'm sayin? This time it ain't gon be 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?
Tried to sit up here and do my thang 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 nigga. So wassup?
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 muthafuckas, fuck peace.