Liquor Sicc lyrics

[Intro]
(Q-Ball, Q-Ball, Q-Ball, Q-Ball)
So what really happened, n*gga?
I understand ain't nobody did sh*t
Ain't nobody did sh*t for my cuz
Where them n*ggas at that said they'd put it all on the line?
'Cause n*gga
Only chop they emptied went up toward the sky
I gotta know where n*ggas heads at
'Cause my cousin still ain't got no peace yet
So all you motherf*ckers wanna know where I stand?
n*gga, I stand right next to my cousin Emil, n*gga
You know what I'm sayin'?
And that's on the Blocc n*gga
However you wanna handle this sh*t, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Look up in the sky, it's a motherf*ckin' slug
Some n*gga done let one off and only my cousin's sheddin' blood
That loccest muthaf*cka from 29th Street throwin' up his flag, some n*gga got mad
And went to the crib for the forty-four mag, returned to the set-up and let my cousin have it
That n*gga that died for the Garden Blocc gang, did time for the Garden Blocc
And ended up stuck in a muthaf*ckin' casket, but I don't be givin' a f*ck
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
n*gga 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
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
And I'm out in six-five hardtop Impala lookin for that one eight seven
There he go and I'm right behind him bustin' with my MAC-11
Straight bumper-to-bumper twelve gauge pumpin' was that Lil X Loccsta
Givin' up his set and dumpin' on n*ggas just like he's supposed to
n*gga this is real deal sh*t
It's not about Crip or Blood, it's about payback
That family love, so n*gga now f*ck your whole clique
Like 24 Deep they tryin' to kill me for my f*ckin' tapes
Them baby rapes, so n*gga get out my f*ckin' face
If I was really bangin' n*ggas would know, 'cause I'd have they whole set
Lookin' like L.A. when the earthquake hit, n*gga, f*ckin' with my Tec
I'm from the Garden Blocc, no matter what nobody say
I'm makin' my money, not lettin' that bangin' sh*t get in my way
n*ggas get mad, they wanna see the Lynch rippin'
I'm wearing blue, yeah, but motherf*cker I ain't even trippin'
But for my cousin Q-Ball, Mr. Doc and Sicx
My cousin Eklypss and two of my kids, n*gga, catch these clips

[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
There ain't no f*ckin' way
My cousin's gonna lay up in a casket with no retaliation
There ain't no f*ckin' way
That motherf*cker died for the Blocc, so lets heat them motherf*cking Glocks
There ain't no f*ckin' way
My cousin's gonna lay up in a casket with no retaliation
There ain't no f*ckin' way
That motherf*cker died for the Blocc, so lets heat them motherf*cking Glocks