Brotha Lynch Hung - Q-Ball lyrics

(Q-Ball, Q-Ball, Q-Ball, Q-Ball)
So what really happened, nigga?
I understand ain't nobody did shit
Ain't nobody did shit for my cousin
Where them niggas at that said they'd
Put it all on the line?
'Cause nigga
Only chop they emptied went up toward the sky
I gotta know where niggas heads at
'Cause my cousin still ain't
Got no peace yet
So all you motherfuckers wanna
Know where I stand?
Nigga, I stand right next to
My cousin Emil, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
And that's on the Blocc nigga
However you wanna handle this shit, nigga

Look up in the sky
It's a motherfuckin' slug


Some nigga done let one off and
Only my cousin's sheddin' blood
That loccest muthafucka from 29th Street
Throwin' up his flag
Some nigga got mad
And went to the crib for the forty-four mag
Returned to the set-up and let
My cousin have it
That nigga that died for
The Garden Blocc gang
Did time for the Garden Blocc
And ended up stuck in a muthafuckin' casket
But I don't be givin' a fuck
I'm tappin' up in your program
Before you know it I'm creepin' up
On you in a licorice dark
Black, drop-top Brougham
With a twelve gauge pump in the 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 the funk house
Dumpin' gauge shells in that ass
Leavin' you face down
Chest down with a gang of
Guts hangin' out your ass
Nigga you know the process
They wanna kill me now
I'm a dead man walkin' to my funeral
Can you feel me now?
And if I die before your set gets blasted
That's on the Gardens I'm gon'
Rise up out my casket

I'm liquor sick and I
Just might lose control
So load your clips
Locs, 'cause we ridin' for my folks
I'm liquor sick and I
Just might lose control
So load your clips
Locs, 'cause we ridin' for my folks

And I'm out in six-five hardtop Impala
Lookin for that one eight seven
There he go and I'm right behind
Him bustin' with my MAC-11
Straight bumper-to-bumper twelve gauge
Pumpin' was
That Lil X Loccsta
Givin' up his set and dumpin' on
Niggas just like he's supposed to
Nigga this is real deal shit
It's not about Crip or Blood
It's about payback
That family love
So nigga now fuck your whole clique
Like 24 Deep they tryin' to kill
Me for my fuckin' tapes
Them baby rapes
So nigga get out my fuckin' face
If I was really bangin' niggas would know
'cause I'd have they whole set
Lookin' like L.A. when the earthquake hit
Nigga, fuckin' with my Tec
I'm from the Garden Blocc
No matter what nobody say
I'm makin' my money
Not lettin' that bangin' shit get in my way
Niggas get mad
They wanna see the Lynch rippin'
I'm wearing blue
Yeah, but motherfucker I
Ain't even trippin'
But for my cousin Q-Ball, Mr. Doc and Sicx
My cousin Eklypss and two of my kids
Nigga, catch these clips

I'm liquor sick and I
Just might lose control
So load your clips
Locs, 'cause we ridin' for my folks
I'm liquor sick and I
Just might lose control
So load your clips
Locs, 'cause we ridin' for my folks

There ain't no fuckin' way
My cousin's gonna lay up in
A casket with no retaliation
There ain't no fuckin' way
That motherfucker died for the Blocc
So lets heat them motherfucking Glocks
There ain't no fuckin' way
My cousin's gonna lay up in
A casket with no retaliation
There ain't no fuckin' way
That motherfucker died for the Blocc
So lets heat them motherfucking Glocks

You know what I'm sayin? This time it ain't
Gon be shootin in da muthafuckin air nigga
We takin out bones you
Know. 'cause dat nigga
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 ass blunt nigga. So wassup?
I'm puttin my life on da line for dis shit
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 nigga
To dem otha muthafuckas, fuck peace