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Q-ball lyrics
(INTRO)
(Playing Pool in the background)
(Q-Ball Q-Ball Q-Ball)
So what really happened nigga? I understand ain t nobody did shit. Ain t nobody did shit for my cuzzin. Where dem niggaz at dat said dey d put it all on da line? Cuz nigga... only a child could empty a gun toward da sky. I gotta know where niggaz heads at, cuz my cuzzin still ain t got no peace yet. So all you muthafuckas wanna know where I stand? Nigga I stand right next to my cuzzin E Mill nigga, you know what I m sayin? And dat s on da Blocc nigga. However you wanna handle dat shit nigga.
[Brotha Lynch]
Look up in da sky! It s a muthafuckin slug!
Some nigga done let one off and only my cuzzin sheddin blood
Dat loccest muthafucka from twenty ninth street throwin up his flag
Sum nigga got mad
And went to da crib fo da 44 mag
Return to da set up and let my cuzzin have it
Da nigga 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 givin a fuck
I m tappin up in yo program
Before you know it I m creepin up on you in a licorice dark black drop top Brougham
Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat Purple Kush blunt
So call it what u want
I call it da fever of da funk house
Dumpin gauge shells in dat ass
Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo ass
Nigga, you know da process. They wanna kill me now
I m a dead man walkin till my funeral can you feel me now?
And if I die, before yo set get blasted
Dat s on da Gardens I?ma rise up out my casket
[Chorus]
(2X)
I m liquor sicc and I just might lose control
So load yo clips, loccs, cuz we ridin for my folks
[Brotha Lynch]
And I m out in da 6-5, hard top impala lookin for dat 187
There he go! And I m right behind him bustin wit my Mac-11
Straight bumper ta bumper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex loccsta
Givin up his set and dumpin on niggaz just like he supposed ta
Nigga dis is real deal. Shit, it s not about crip or blood
It s about payback, dat family love
So nigga now fuck yo whole clique
Like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me for my fuckin tapes
Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my fuckin face
If I was really bangin niggaz would know cuz I d have they whole set
Lookin like LA when da earthquake hit. Nigga, fuckin wit my Tec
I m from da Garden Blocc no matter what nobody say
I m makin my money not lettin dat bangin shit get in my way
Niggaz get mad, they wanna see da Lynch rippin
I m wearin blue gear, but muthafucka, I ain t even trippin
But for my cuzzin Q Ball, Mr. Docc & Six
My cuzzin Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, catch these clips
[Chorus]
(2X)
I m liquor sicc and I just might lose control
So load yo clips, loccs, cuz we ridin for my folks
(OUTRO)
[Brotha Lynch]
There ain t no fuckin way
My cuzzin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
There ain t no fuckin way
Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so let s heat dem muthafuckin glocks
There ain t no fuckin way
My cuzzin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
There ain t no fuckin way
Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so let s heat dem muthafuckin glocks
You know what I m sayin? This time it ain t gon be shootin in da muthafuckin air nigga.
We takin out bones you know. Cuz dat nigga woulda did it for us you know.
I gotta do what I gotta do; you know what I m sayin?
Tried to sit up here and do my music thang you know?
Then my cuzzin got rolled on you know? Dem niggaz from da Garden don t do nuthin now, we all gon get rolled up.
Like a fat ass blunt nigga. So wassup?
I m puttin my life on da line for dis shit, they wanna kill me cuz I m rappin, you know what I m sayin? Wassup niggaz?
Dedicated to my cuzzin Q Ball. Rest In Peace nigga.
To dem otha muthafuckas, fuck peace.
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