| Look up in da sky! It’s a muthafuckin slug!/ |
| Some nigga done let one off and only my 'causezin sheddin blood/ |
| Dat loccest muthafucka frum twenty ninth street throwin up his flag/ |
| Sum nigga got mad/ |
| And went to da crib for 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 da Garden Blocc/ |
| And ended up stuck in a muthafuckin casket, but I don’t be givin a fuck/ |
| 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 you want/ |
| I call it da fever of da funk house |
| Dumpin gauge shells in dat ass/ |
| Leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out 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 folks |
| 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/ |
| Nigga this 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 have they whole set/ |
| Lookin like la when da earthquake hit. Nigga, fuckin wit my tec/ |
| 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 these clips/ |
| 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 dem muthafuckin 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 dem muthafuckin 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 this 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. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Q-Ball, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song Season Of Da Siccness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп