So what really happened nigga
I understand ain't nobody did shit
Ain't nobody did shit for my cousin
Where them niggas at that said they'd put it all on the line?
Cause nigga, only a child could empty a gun towards 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
Look up in the sky, it's a motherfuckin' slug
Some nigga done let one off and only my cousin's sheddin' blood
That loc'd this motherfucker from 29th Street throwin' up his flag
Some nigga got mad and went to the crib for the.44 Mag
Returned to the set up and let my cousin have it
The nigga that died for the Garden Blocc gang
Did time for the Garden Blocc
And ended up stuck in a motherfuckin' 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 12 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 yo 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 get blasted
That's on the Gardens I'ma rise up out my casket
I'm liquor sick and I just might lose control
So load your clips locs cause we ridin' for my folks
I'm liquor sick and I just might lose control
So load your clips locs cause we ridin' for my folks
And I'm out in a 6-5
Hardtop Impala lookin' for that 187
There he go and I'm right behind him bustin' with my MAC-11
Straight bumper to bumper 12 gauge pumpin' was that little ex-loaster
Givin' up his set and dumpin' on niggas just like he supposed ta
Nigga this is real deal, shit, it's not about Crip or Blood
It's about payback, that family love
So nigga now fuck your whole clique
Like 24 Deep they tryin' to kill me for my fuckin' tapes
Them baby rapes, so nigga get out my fuckin' face
If I was really bangin' niggas'd know cause I had they whole set
Lookin' like L.A. when the earthquake hit, nigga, fuckin' with my Tec
I'm from the Garden Blocc no matter what nobody say
I'm makin' my money not lettin' that bangin' shit get in my way
Niggas get mad, they wanna see the Lynch rippin'
I'm wearin' blue, yeah, but motherfucker I ain't even trippin'
But for my cousin Q-Ball, Mr. Doc and Sicx
My cousin Eclipse and two of my kids, nigga catch these clips
I'm liquor sick and I just might lose control
So load your clips locs cause we ridin' for my folks
I'm liquor sick and I just might lose control
So load your clips locs cause we ridin' for my folks
There ain't no fuckin' way
My cousin gonna lay up in a casket with no retaliation
There ain't no fuckin' way
That motherfucker died for the Blocc so
Let's heat them motherfuckin' Glocks
There ain't no fuckin' way
My cousin gonna lay up in a casket with no retaliation
There ain't no fuckin' way
That motherfucker died for the Blocc so
Let's heat them motherfuckin' Glocks
You know what I'm sayin'?
This time it ain't gon' be shootin' in the motherfuckin' air nigga
We takin' out domes, you know?
That 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 thing, you know?