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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 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 nigga.

Lynch]
Look up in da sky! a muthafuckin slug!/
Some nigga done let one off and only my sheddin blood/
Dat loccest muthafucka frum twenty ninth street up his flag/
Sum got mad/
And to da crib 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 up stuck 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 pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/
So call it u want/
I call it da fever of da HOUSE
Dumpin 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 kill me
I'm a dead man walkin till my funeral can you feel me
And if I die, yo second blasted/
Dat's on da Garden rise up out my casket/

I'm liquer and I just might lose control/
So load yo clips, loccs, we ridin for my folks
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Lynch]
And I'm out in da 6-5, HARDTOP lookin for dat 187/
he go! And I'm right behind him bustin wit my Mac-11/
Str8 bumper ta 12 gauge 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 whole
Like 24 deep they ta kill me for my fuckin tapes/
Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my face/
If I was really bangin niggaz would know I'd have they whole set/
Lookin like LA when da earthquake hit. Nigga, wit my tec/
I'm frum da Garden Blocc no matter what nobody
I'm makin my not lettin dat bangin shit get in my way/
Niggaz get mad, they wanna see da Lynch
I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthafucka, I ain't even
But for my 'causezin Q Ball, Mr & Six/
My 'causezin Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, fetch clips/

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

You know what I'm sayin? time it ain't gon be shootin in da muthafuckin air nigga.
We takin out bones you know. dat nigga woulda did it for us you know.
I gotta do what I 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 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 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 muthafuckas, fuck peace.