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lirik lagu q-ball – brotha lynch hung

(intro)
(playing pool in the background)
(q-ball q-ball q-ball)
so what really happened n-gg-? i understand ain’t n-body did sh-t. ain’t n-body did sh-t for my cuzzin. where dem n-gg-z at dat said dey’d put it all on da line? cuz n-gg-… only a child could empty a gun toward da sky. i gotta know where n-gg-z’ heads at, cuz my cuzzin still ain’t got no peace yet. so all you m-th-f-ckas wanna know where i stand? n-gg- i stand right next to my cuzzin e mill n-gg-, you know what i’m sayin? and dat’s on da blocc n-gg-. however you wanna handle dat sh-t n-gg-.

[brotha lynch]

look up in da sky! it’s a m-th-f-ckin slug!

some n-gg- done let one off and only my cuzzin sheddin blood

dat loccest m-th-f-cka from twenty ninth street throwin up his flag

sum n-gg- got mad

and went to da crib fo da 44 mag

return to da set up and let my cuzzin have it

da n-gg- dat die for da garden blocc gang, did time for da garden blocc

and ended up stuck in a m-th-f-ckin casket, but i don’t be givin a f-ck

i’m tappin up in yo program

before you know it i’m creepin up on you in a licorice dark black drop top brougham

wit a 12 gauge pump in da trunk and a clip full of funk and a fat purple kush blunt

so call it what u want

i call it da fever of da funk house

dumpin gauge sh-lls in dat -ss

leavin ya face down, chest down wit a gang of guts hangin out yo -ss

n-gg-, 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 set get blasted

dat’s on da gardens i’ma rise up out my casket

[chorus]
(2x)
i’m liquor sicc and i just might lose control

so load yo clips, loccs, cuz we ridin for my folks

[brotha lynch]

and i’m out in da 6-5, hard top impala lookin for dat 187

there he go! and i’m right behind him bustin wit my mac-11

straight b-mper ta b-mper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex loccsta

givin up his set and dumpin on n-gg-z just like he supposed ta

n-gg- dis is real deal. sh-t, it’s not about crip or blood

it’s about payback, dat family love

so n-gg- now f-ck yo whole clique

like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me for my f-ckin tapes

dem baby rapes, so n-gg- get out my f-ckin face

if i was really bangin n-gg-z would know cuz i’d have they whole set

lookin like la when da earthquake hit. n-gg-, f-ckin wit my tec

i’m from da garden blocc no matter what n-body say

i’m makin my money not lettin dat bangin sh-t get in my way

n-gg-z get mad, they wanna see da lynch rippin

i’m wearin blue gear, but m-th-f-cka, i ain’t even trippin
but for my cuzzin q ball, mr. docc & six

my cuzzin eclipse and two of my kids, n-gg-, catch these clips

[chorus]
(2x)
i’m liquor sicc and i just might lose control
so load yo clips, loccs, cuz we ridin for my folks

(outro)
[brotha lynch]

there ain’t no f-ckin way

my cuzzin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation

there ain’t no f-ckin way

dat m-th-f-cka died for da blocc, so let’s heat dem m-th-f-ckin glocks

there ain’t no f-ckin way

my cuzzin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation

there ain’t no f-ckin way

dat m-th-f-cka died for da blocc, so let’s heat dem m-th-f-ckin glocks

you know what i’m sayin? this time it ain’t gon be shootin in da m-th-f-ckin air n-gg-.

we takin out bones you know. cuz dat n-gg- 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 cuzzin got rolled on you know? dem n-gg-z from da garden don’t do nuthin now, we all gon get rolled up.

like a fat -ss blunt n-gg-. so w-ssup?

i’m puttin my life on da line for dis sh-t, they wanna kill me cuz i’m rappin, you know what i’m sayin? w-ssup n-gg-z?

dedicated to my cuzzin q ball. rest in peace n-gg-.

to dem otha m-th-f-ckas, f-ck peace.

- brotha lynch hung

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