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Q Ball! So what really happened nigga? |
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I understand ain't nobody did shit. |
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Ain't nobody did shit for my cuzzin. |
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Where dem niggaz at dat said dey'd put it all on da line? |
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Cuz nigga... only a child could empty a gun toward da sky. |
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I gotta kno where niggaz' heads at, cuz my cuzzin still ain't got no peace yet. |
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So all you muthafuckas wanna know where |
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I stand? Nigga |
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I stand right next to my cuzzin |
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E Mill nigga, you know what |
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I'm sayin? |
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And dat's on da |
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Blocc nigga. |
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However you wanna handle dat shit nigga. [Brotha Lynch] |
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Look up in da sky! |
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It's a muthafuckin slug!/ |
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Some nigga done let one off and only my cuzzin sheddin blood/ |
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Dat loccest muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his flag/ |
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Sum nigga got mad/ |
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And went to da crib fo da 44 mag/ |
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Return to da set up and let my cuzzin have it/ |
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Da nigga dat die for da |
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Garden Blocc |
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Gang, did time for da |
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Garden Blocc/ |
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And ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket, but |
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I don't be givin a fuck/ |
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I'm tappin up in yo program/ |
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Before you know it |
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I'm creepin up on you in a licorice dar kblack drop top brohan/ |
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Wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple cush blunt/ |
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So call it what u want/ |
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I call it da fever of da |
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FUNK HOUSE |
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Dumpin gauge shells in dat ass/ |
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Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo ass/ |
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Nigga, you know da process. |
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They wanna kill me now/ |
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I'm a dead man walkin till my funeral can you feel me now?/ |
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And if I die, before yo set blasted/ |
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Dat's on da |
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Garden I'ma rise up out my casket/ [Chorus] |
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I'm liquer sicc and |
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I just might lose control/ |
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So load yo clips, loccs, cuz we ridin for my folks x2 [Brotha Lynch] |
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And I'm out in da 6-5, |
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HARDTOP IM |
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PALA lookin for dat 187/ |
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There he go! |
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And I'm right behind him bustin wit my |
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Mac-11/ Str8 bumper ta bumper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex locstah/ |
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Givin up his set and dumpin on niggaz just like he supposed ta/ |
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Nigga dis is real deal. |
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Shit, it's not about crip or blood/ |
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It's about payback, dat family luv/ |
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So nigga now fuck yo whole clique/ |
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Like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me for my fuckin tapes/ |
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Dem baby rapes, so nigga get out my fuckin face/ |
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If I was really bangin niggaz would know cuz |
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I'd have they whole set/ |
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Lookin like |
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LA when da earthquake hit. |
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Nigga, fuckin wit my tec/ |
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I'm frum da |
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Garden Blocc no matter what nobody say/ |
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I'm makin my money not lettin dat bangin shit get in my way/ |
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Niggaz get mad, they wanna see da |
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Lynch rippin/ |
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I'm wearin blue yeah, but muthafucka, |
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I ain't even trippin/ |
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But for my cuzzin |
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Q Ball, Mr |
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Docc & Six/ |
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My cuzzin |
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Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga, fetch these clips/ [Chorus] [Brotha Lynch] |
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There ain't no fuckin way/ |
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My cuzzin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation/ |
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There ain't no fuckin way/ |
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Dat muthafucka died for da |
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Blocc, so let's heat dem muthafuckin glocks/ |
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There ain't no fuckin way/ |
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My cuzzin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation/ |
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There ain't no fuckin way/ |
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Dat muthafucka died for da |
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Blocc, so let's heat dem muthafuckin glocks/ |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin? |
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This time it ain't gon be shootin in da muthafuckin air nigga. |
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We takin out bones you know. |
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Cuz dat nigga woulda did it for us you know. |
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I gotta do what |
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I gotta do, you know what |
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I'm sayin? |
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Tried to sit up here and do my music thang you know? |
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Then my cuzzin got rolled on you know? |
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Dem niggaz frum da |
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Garden don't do nuthin now, we all gon get rolled up. |
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Like a fat ass blunt nigga. |
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So wassup? |
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I'm puttin my life on da line for dis shit, they wanna kill me cuz |
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I'm rappin, you know what |
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I'm sayin? |
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Wassup niggaz? |
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Dedicated to my cuzzin |
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Q Ball. Rest |
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In Peace nigga. |
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To dem otha muthafuckas, fuck peace. |
