[Brotha Lynch]
Look up in the sky, it's a motherfuckin slug
Some nigga done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood
That loccest muthafucka from 29 st throwin up his flag
Some nigga got mad and went to the crib with a45 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 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 ya in a licorice, dark black, drop-top Brougham
With 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 the fever of da funkhouse
Dumpin gauge shells in that ass, leavin you face down
Chest down with a gang of guts hangin out yo ass, nigga
You know tha process, they wanna kill me now
I'm a dead man walkin to my funeral, Can you feel me now?
And if die before your set gets blasted
That's on the Gardens cause I'm gonna rise up out my casket
[Chorus] [2X]
I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control
So load your clips loccs cause we ridin for my folks
[Brotha Lynch]
And I'm out in 65' Hardtop Impala, lookin for that 187
There he go and right behind em bustin wit my Mac-11
Straight bumpa to bumpa, 12 gage pumpin was that little X locsta
Givin up his set and dumpin on niggas just like he's supposed ta
Nigga this is real deal shit, it's not about crip or blood
It's about pay back, that family loves
So nigga now fuck yo whole click
Like "24 Deep", they tryin ta kill me fo my fuckin tapes
Them 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 tek, I'm from da Garden Blocc
No matter what nobody say
I'm makin my money and not lettin that bangin shit get in my way
Niggaz get mad, they wanna see the Lynch rippin
I'm wearing blue, yeah but motherfucker, I ain't even trippin
But for cousin Q-Ball, MrDoc, and Sicx, my cousin Eclipse
And 2 of my kidz nigga catch these clips
[Chorus] [2X]
I'm liquor sicc and I just might lose control
So load your clips loccs cause we ridin for my folks
[Brotha Lynch] [2X]
There aint no fuckin way
My cousin gonna lay up in a casket wit no retaliation
There aint no fuckin way
That motherfucker died for the Blocc
So lets heat them motherfuckin glocks