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Q Ball!So what really happened nigga? I understand ain't nobody didshit. Ain't nobody did shit for my 'causezin. Where demniggaz at dat said dey'd put it all on da line? 'causenigga... only a child could empty a gun toward da sky. Igotta kno where niggaz' heads at, 'cause my 'causezin stillain't got no peace yet. So all you muthafuckas wanna knowwhere I stand? Nigga I stand right next to my 'causezin EMill nigga, you know what I'm sayin? And dat's on da Bloccnigga. However you wanna handle dat shit nigga.Look up in da sky! It's a muthafuckin slug!/Some nigga done let one off and only my 'causezin sheddinblood/Dat loccest muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin uphis flag/Sum nigga got mad/And went to da crib fo da 44 mag/Return to da set up and let my 'causezin have it/Da nigga dat die for da Garden Blocc Gang, did time for daGarden Blocc/And ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket, but I don't begivin a fuck/I'm tappin up in yo program/Before you know it I'm creepin up on you in a licorice darLetras de cancioneskblack drop top rohan/Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk anda fat purple cush blunt/So call it what you want/I call it da fever of da FUNK HOUSEDumpin gauge shells in dat ass/Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of guts hanginout yo ass/Nigga, 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/I'm liquer sicc and I just might lose control/So load yo clips, loccs, 'cause we ridin for my folksX2And 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 lexlocstah/Givin up his set and dumpin on niggaz just like he supposedta/Nigga dis is real deal. Shit, it's not about crip or blood/It's about payback, dat family luv/So nigga now fuck yo whole clique/Like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me for my fuckin tapes/Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my fuckin face/If I was really bangin niggaz would know 'cause I'd havethey whole set/Lookin like LA when da earthquake hit. Nigga, fuckin wit mytec/I'm frum da Garden Blocc no matter what nobody say/I'm makin my money not lettin dat bangin shit get in my way/Niggaz get mad, they wanna see da Lynch rippin/I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthafucka, I ain't even trippin/But for my 'causezin Q Ball, Mr Docc & Six/My 'causezin Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, fetch theseclips/There ain't no fuckin way/My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation/There ain't no fuckin way/Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so let's heat demmuthafuckin glocks/There ain't no fuckin way/My 'causezin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation/There ain't no fuckin way/Dat muthafucka died for da Blocc, so let's heat demmuthafuckin glocks/You know what I'm sayin? This time it ain't gon be shootinin da muthafuckin air nigga.We takin out bones you know. 'cause dat nigga woulda did itfor 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 daGarden don't do nuthin now, we all gon get rolled up.Like a fat ass blunt nigga. So wassup?I'm puttin my life on da line for dis shit, they wanna killme 'cause I'm rappin, you know what I'm sayin? Wassupniggaz?Dedicated to my 'causezin Q Ball. Rest In Peace nigga.To dem otha muthafuckas, fuck peace. From Letras Mania