Q Ball!
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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 kno 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.
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[Brotha Lynch]
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Look up in da sky! It's a muthafuckin slug!/
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Some nigga done let one off and only my cuzzin sheddin blood/
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Dat loccest muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his flag/
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Sum nigga got mad/
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And went to da crib fo da 44 mag/
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Return to da set up and let my cuzzin have it/
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Da nigga dat die for da Garden Blocc Gang, did time for da Garden Blocc/
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And ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket, but I don't be givin a fuck/
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I'm tappin up in yo program/
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Before you know it I'm creepin up on you in a licorice dar kblack drop top brohan/
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Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/
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So call it what u want/
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I call it da fever of da FUNK HOUSE
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Dumpin gauge shells in dat ass/
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Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo ass/
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Nigga, you know da process. They wanna kill me now/
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I'm a dead man walkin till my funeral can you feel me now?/
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And if I die, before yo set blasted/
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Dat's on da Garden I'ma rise up out my casket/
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[Chorus]
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I'm liquer sicc and I just might lose control/
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So load yo clips, loccs, cuz we ridin for my folks
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x2
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[Brotha Lynch]
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And I'm out in da 6-5, HARDTOP IMPALA lookin for dat 187/
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There he go! And I'm right behind him bustin wit my Mac-11/
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Str8 bumper ta bumper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex locstah/
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Givin up his set and dumpin on niggaz just like he supposed ta/
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Nigga dis is real deal. Shit, it's not about crip or blood/
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It's about payback, dat family luv/
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So nigga now fuck yo whole clique/
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Like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me for my fuckin tapes/
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Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my fuckin face/
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If I was really bangin niggaz would know cuz I'd have they whole set/
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Lookin like LA when da earthquake hit. Nigga, fuckin wit my tec/
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I'm frum da Garden Blocc no matter what nobody say/
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I'm makin my money not lettin dat bangin shit get in my way/
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Niggaz get mad, they wanna see da Lynch rippin/
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I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthafucka, I ain't even trippin/
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But for my cuzzin Q Ball, Mr Docc & Six/
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My cuzzin Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, fetch these clips/
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[Chorus]
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[Brotha Lynch]
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There ain't no fuckin way/
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My cuzzin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation/
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There ain't no fuckin way/
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Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so let's heat dem muthafuckin glocks/
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There ain't no fuckin way/
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My cuzzin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation/
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There ain't no fuckin way/
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Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so let's heat dem muthafuckin glocks/
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You know what I'm sayin? This time it ain't gon be shootin in da muthafuckin air nigga.
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We takin out bones you know. Cuz dat nigga woulda did it for us you know.
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I gotta do what I gotta do, you know what I'm sayin?
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Tried to sit up here and do my music thang you know?
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Then my cuzzin got rolled on you know? Dem niggaz frum da Garden don't do nuthin now, we all gon get rolled up.
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Like a fat ass blunt nigga. So wassup?
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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?
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Dedicated to my cuzzin Q Ball. Rest In Peace nigga.
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To dem otha muthafuckas, fuck peace.
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Q-Ball
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