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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 '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 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 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 a fuck/
I'm tappin up in yo
Before you know it I'm creepin up on you in a licorice dar kblack drop top
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat cush blunt/
So call it u want/
I call it da fever of da FUNK
Dumpin gauge in dat ass/
Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo
Nigga, you know da process. They kill me now/
I'm a dead man walkin till my funeral can you feel me
And if I die, before yo second
Dat's on da I'ma rise up out my casket/

I'm liquer sicc and I just might lose
So load yo clips, loccs, 'cause we ridin for my
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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 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 like he ta/
Nigga dis is deal. Shit, it's not about crip or blood/
It's payback, dat family luv/
So nigga now yo whole clique/
Like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me for my fuckin
Dem rapes, so nigga get out my fuckin face/
If I was really bangin niggaz would know I'd have they whole set/
Lookin like LA when da 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/
get mad, they wanna see da Lynch rippin/
I'm blue yeah, but muthafucka, I ain't even trippin/
But for my Q Ball, Mr Docc & 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/
ain't no fuckin way/
Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so heat dem muthafuckin glocks/
ain't no fuckin way/
My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no
There ain't no way/
Dat muthafucka for da Blocc, so let's heat 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 do what I gotta do, you know what I'm sayin?
Tried to sit up here and do my music you know?
Then my 'causezin got rolled on you know? Dem niggaz frum da Garden don't do 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 I'm rappin, you know what I'm sayin? Wassup niggaz?
Dedicated to my 'causezin Q Ball. Rest In nigga.
To dem otha muthafuckas, peace.