4 Minutes of Hell Part 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Gang!
No Limit MB
150 Roc Block, man
R.I.P. them n*ggas
Welcome to Fazoland coming soon
Just be patient
I know that's what y'all been waiting for
Let's get it
Free them n*ggas

[Verse]
Look, I wake up every morning with the same state of mind
b*tch, I'm running to this money, let the lames wait in line
I'm impatient, b*tch, I'm chasing, in first place and we not racing
Now I'm cashing, riding Astons
Went from sitting in the station, but I'm up now
All the neighborhood hoes wanna f*ck now
I can't let chain me up like a chump now
I just call my lil bros, let 'em bust down
See Jackie at the top when you touch down
I done lost a lotta n*ggas to this street sh*t
Had to duck a lotta triggers to this street sh*t
I done seen a lotta n*ggas do this street sh*t
But the streets talk when you in deep sh*t
Taught me get rich 'cause you can't beat this
Gotta stay afloat, n*ggas getting seasick
Gotta get the dough, I ain't with the cheap sh*t
For everybody ever said I wouldn't be sh*t
Seen my homie hit twice coulda been three
Almost seen Christ twice coulda been three
I'ma burn these pipes 'fore they get me
I had to earn my stripes coulda went sweet
Now I separate from n*ggas I don't trust
n*ggas that ain't starve with me and all them b*tches I ain't f*ck
'Cause I was working hard
Mix matching words, straight in that booth attaching verbs
Herb gon' get what he deserve, and I deserve it all
Got some sh*t a couple labels heard, now they want Herb to ball
Get me out the hood and in them hills, man, I done heard it all
But honestly, my n*ggas honor me, won't leave that hood at all
And honestly, No Limit sponsor me, me and my hood gon' ball
Responsibly I keep my promises, no need for compliments
I do as I please like the G's, f*ck the consequence
You boys ain't in my league, got my speed or accomplishments
Might catch me overseas, smoking weed, eating Lobster tail
Or I'm probably over East where they pop you over beef
Dissing 'bout them L's boys until they spot you in the street
Now they got you in the streets with nun' to block you from that heat
Ain't no boxing over East, my youngins pop 'fore they speak
That's the way it go in my city, they trained to go in my city
We dream of sunny days, but it rain and snow in my city
Them things will blow in my city, them boys be feeling anger
Can't just be hood on hood, them boys be killing strangers
Everything ain't good all good, it ain't the same when your mans draw blood
n*ggas change when the gang draw blood
When it's cold in the game, n*ggas don't know your name
Have you posted on the block giving blows in the rain
16 toting Glocks kicking doors with the things
Now you on top riding fours on a Range
Everywhere n*ggas claim y'all cuz
Nah, it ain't all love, where I meet you at?
n*ggas want Herb, man, that's why I keep a strap
Posted over East, man, where them heaters at?
Run up on me, bro let them heaters clap
And dear Lord I pray that on the day when you take me away
I got enough money laid in the safe to make sure my moms and my sister they straight
But the Lord coulda took me today
Let a n*gga run up on me, cook me today
It wouldn't be easy, I stay with the Eight
Or I make one call, have them K's in his face
Catch me in the mall spending K's on my waist
All I know is ball, and I do it harder than y'all
In the club, throwing racks got your broad off the wall
Off the Po' up, leaning so hard I could fall
Codeine, pour me up, triple cups, fours a night
Smoking dope, sipping lean, purple Sprite, hold the ice
Me and broski riding in that Challenger high as f*ck
Any n*gga challenge us, duck when we riding up
Buck at the n*gga back, buss 'til the n*gga flat
One to his fitted cap, watch how the n*gga act
Skeet off, drop the heat off, call an ass to hit
Pick her up smash the b*tch, V12 fast as sh*t
Dooski call it Activist, I'm gon' off a six
I ain't lackin' while it's crackin', something long on my hip
Big pole, n*gga, you gotta be strong just to live
Quick soul lifter, this will get him gone in a jiff
Leave a n*gga right there on the block where I'm at
Riding through Keyz and Mally in a lot with the MAC
Riding through, tweaking, we gon' leave you stringing
Pull up on Black n*gga, lay a couple bricks on a mat
We on that, apologies, you don't want that
Run upon us with the chance, you ain't blow that
Too bad, man, I feel for you
Say you eating, man, I hope your squad got a last meal for you
Catch a n*gga in the store, we blow him
Catch a n*gga with his ho, we blow him
Catch a n*gga, he don't got it, we smoke him
Catch a n*gga out in traffic, we on him
n*ggas think they want static, do they really?
Ask me why I start rapping, do they hear me?
But this sh*t ain't only rap 'cause it's in me
We ain't worried 'bout your set, we got 50's
Put No Limit on my back for the city
And No Limit where it's at in the city
Right on Essex where I'm at come and get me
Right on Essex where I'm at come and get me
L's
[Outro]
No Limit MB
Gang
Get more crack when my tape drop
Get more crack when my tape drop