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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 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
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 fo da 44 mag/
Return to da set up and let my 'causezin it/
Da nigga dat die for da Garden Blocc Gang, did for da Garden Blocc/
And ended up stuck in a casket, but I don't be givin a fuck/
I'm up in yo program/
Before you know it I'm creepin up on you in a licorice dar drop top rohan/
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush
So it what u want/
I call it da fever of da HOUSE
Dumpin gauge in dat ass/
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 dead man till my funeral can you feel me now?/
And if I die, yo second blasted/
Dat's on da I'ma rise up out my casket/

I'm liquer sicc and I just might control/
So load yo clips, loccs, 'cause we for my folks
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[Brotha
And I'm out in da 6-5, HARDTOP IMPALA lookin for dat
he go! And I'm right behind him bustin wit my Mac-11/
Str8 ta bumper 12 gauge 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 crip or blood/
It's about payback, dat family
So nigga now fuck yo whole
Like 24 deep they ta kill me for my fuckin tapes/
Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my fuckin
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 nobody
I'm makin my money not dat bangin shit get in my way/
Niggaz get mad, wanna see da Lynch rippin/
I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthafucka, I ain't even
But for my 'causezin Q Ball, Mr Docc &
My 'causezin Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, these clips/

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

You know what I'm sayin? This time it gon be shootin in da muthafuckin air nigga.
We takin out bones you know. 'cause dat nigga did it for us you know.
I do what I gotta do, you know what I'm sayin?
Tried to sit up here and do my thang you know?
my 'causezin got rolled on you know? Dem niggaz 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 life on da for dis shit, they wanna 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.