Q-Ball - Brotha Lynch Hung

Q Ball!

So what really happened ni**a? I understand ain't nobody did sh*t.
Ain't nobody did sh*t for my 'causezin.
Where dem niggaz at dat said dey'd put it all on da line?
'Cause ni**a... only a child could empty a gun toward da sky.
I gotta kno where niggaz' heads at, 'cause my 'causezin still ain't got no peace yet.
So all you muthaf**kas wanna know where I stand?
Ni**a I stand right next to my 'causezin E Mill ni**a, you know what I'm sayin?
And dat's on da Blocc ni**a. However you wanna handle dat sh*t ni**a.

[Brotha Lynch]
Look up in da sky! It's a muthaf**kin slug!
Some ni**a done let one off and only my 'causezin sheddin blood
Dat loccest muthaf**ka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his flag
Sum ni**a got mad
And went to da crib fo da 44 mag
Return to da set up and let my 'causezin have it
Da ni**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**k
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**
Ni**a, 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 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 niggaz just like he supposed ta
Ni**a dis is real deal. Sh*t, it's not about crip or blood
It's about payback, dat family luv
So ni**a now f**k yo whole clique
Like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me for my f**kin tapes
Dem 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 LA when da earthquake hit. Ni**a, f**kin wit my tec
I'm frum da Garden Blocc no matter what nobody say
I'm makin my money not lettin dat bangin sh*t get in my way
Niggaz get mad, they wanna see da Lynch rippin
I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthaf**ka, I ain't even trippin
But for my 'causezin Q Ball, Mr Docc & Six
My 'causezin Eclipse and two of my kids, ni**a, fetch these clips

[Chorus]

[Brotha Lynch]
There ain't no f**kin way
My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
There ain't no f**kin way
Dat muthaf**ka died for da Blocc, so let's heat dem muthaf**kin glocks
There ain't no f**kin way
My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
There ain't no f**kin way
Dat muthaf**ka died for da Blocc, so let's heat dem muthaf**kin glocks

You know what I'm sayin? This time it ain't gon be shootin in da muthaf**kin air ni**a.
We takin out bones you know. 'cause dat ni**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 niggaz frum da Garden don't do nuthin now, we all gon get rolled up.
Like a fat a** blunt ni**a. So wassup?
I'm puttin my life on da line for dis sh*t,
They wanna kill me 'cause i'm rappin, you know what i'm sayin? wassup niggaz?
Dedicated to my 'causezin Q Ball. Rest In Peace ni**a.
To dem otha muthaf**kas, f**k peace.