Brotha Lynch Hung - Q-Ball lyrics

Q Ball! So what really happened n***a? I understand ain't nobody did sh**. Ain't nobody did sh** for my 'causezin. Where dem n***az at dat said dey'd put it all on da line? 'cause n***a... only a child could empty a gun toward da sky. I gotta kno where n***az' heads at, 'cause my 'causezin still ain't got no peace yet. So all you muthaf**as wanna know where I stand? n***a I stand right next to my 'causezin E Mill n***a, you know what I'm sayin? And dat's on da Blocc n***a. However you wanna handle dat sh** n***a. [Brotha Lynch] Look up in da sky! It's a muthaf**in slug! Some n***a done let one off and only my 'causezin sheddin blood Dat loccest muthaf**a frum twenty ninth street throwin up his flag Sum n***a got mad And went to da crib fo da 44 mag Return to da set up and let my 'causezin have it Da n***a dat die for da Garden Blocc Gang, did time for da Garden Blocc And ended up stuck in a muthaf**kin casket, but I don't be givin a f** I'm tappin up in yo program Before you know it I'm creepin up on you in a licorice dar kblack drop top rohan Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt So call it what u want I call it da fever of da FUNK HOUSE Dumpin gauge shells in dat a** Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo a** n***a, you know da process. They wanna k** me now I'm a dead man walkin till my funeral can you feel me now? And if I die, before yo second blasted Dat's on da Garden I'ma rise up out my casket [Chorus] I'm liquer sicc and I just might lose control So load yo clips, loccs, 'cause we ridin for my folks [x2] [Brotha Lynch] And I'm out in da 6-5, HARDTOP IMPALA lookin for dat 187 There he go! And I'm right behind him bustin wit my Mac-11 Str8 bumper ta bumper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex locstah Givin up his set and dumpin on n***az just like he supposed ta n***a dis is real deal. sh**, it's not about crip or blood It's about payback, dat family luv So n***a now f** yo whole clique Like 24 deep they tryin ta k** me for my f**in tapes Dem baby rapes, so n***a get out my f**in face If I was really bangin n***az would know 'cause I'd have they whole set Lookin like LA when da earthquake hit. n***a, f**in wit my tec I'm frum da Garden Blocc no matter what nobody say I'm makin my money not lettin dat bangin sh** get in my way n***az get mad, they wanna see da Lynch rippin I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthaf**a, I ain't even trippin But for my 'causezin Q Ball, Mr Docc & Six My 'causezin Eclipse and two of my kids, n***a, fetch these clips [Chorus] [Brotha Lynch] There ain't no f**in way My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation There ain't no f**in way Dat muthaf**a died for da Blocc, so let's heat dem muthaf**in glocks There ain't no f**in way My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation There ain't no f**in way Dat muthaf**a died for da Blocc, so let's heat dem muthaf**in glocks You know what I'm sayin? This time it ain't gon be shootin in da muthaf**in air n***a. We takin out bones you know. 'cause dat n***a 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 'causezin got rolled on you know? Dem n***az frum da Garden don't do nuthin now, we all gon get rolled up. Like a fat a** blunt n***a. So wa**up? I'm puttin my life on da line for dis sh**, they wanna k** me 'cause I'm rappin, you know what I'm sayin? Wa**up n***az? Dedicated to my 'causezin Q Ball. Rest In Peace n***a. To dem otha muthaf**as, f** peace.