Look up in the sky it's a motherf**kin slug
Some ni**a done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood
That loccest muthaf**ka from 29 st. throwin up his flag
some ni**a got madd and went to the crib with a .45 mag
returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
that ni**a that died for the garden blocc
gang did time for the garden blocc
and ended up stuck in a muthaf**kin casket but i don't be givin a f**k
i'm tappin up in your program before you know it
I'm creepin up on ya in a licorice dark black drop-top broham
with a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk
and a fat purple kush blunt so call it what you want
I call it the fever of da funkhouse
Dumpin gauge shells in that a** leavin you face down
chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo a** ni**a
you know tha process they wanna kill me
now I'm a dead man walkin to my funeral can you feel me
now and if die before your set gets blasted
that's on the garden cause I'm gonna rise up out my casket

Chorus: repeat x2

I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control
so load your clips loccs cause we ridin for our foes


And i'm out in ' 65 hardtop impala lookin for that 187
there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mac 11
straight bumpa to bumpa 12 gage pumpin was that little X loccsta
givin up his set and dumpin on niggas just like hes supposed ta
ni**a this is real deal sh*t its not about crip or blood
it's about pay back that family loves
so ni**a now f**k yo whole click
like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my f**kin tapes
them baby rapes so ni**a get out my f**kin face
If I was really bangin niggaz would know
cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit
ni**a f**kin wit my tech I'm from da garden blocc
No matter what nobody say I'm makin my money
and not lettin that bangin sh*t get in my way
Niggaz get mad they wanna see the lynch rippin
I'm wearing blue yeah but motherf**ker I ain't even trippin
but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz ni**a catch these clips

Chorus

[Hung]
There ain't no f**kin way my cousin's
gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
there ain't no f**kin way that motherf**ker died for that blocc
so lets heat them motherf**kin glocks (2x)