[Intro]
(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 cuz
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
[Verse 1]
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
(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 cuz
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
[Verse 1]
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
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