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.