Q-Ball-Brotha Lynch Hung

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.