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cartel – q lyrics

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 kno 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 frum 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 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 u want/
i call it da fever of da? fun cows?/
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 second blasted/
dat’s on da garden i’ma rise up out my casket/

[chorus]
i’m liquer sicc and i just might lose control/
so load yo clips, loccs, cuz we ridin for my folks
x2

[brotha lynch]
and i’m out in da 6-5,? in parlo lookin for dat 187/
there he go! and i’m right behind him bustin wit my mac-11/
str8 b-mper ta b-mper 12 gauge pumpin was dat lil lex locstah/
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 luv/
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 frum 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 yeah, 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-, fetch these clips/

[chorus]

[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 frum 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.

- cartel lyrics

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