4 Minutes of Hell Part 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Gang! No Limit MB 150 Roc Block, man R.I.P. them niggas Welcome to Fazoland coming soon Just be patient I know that's what y'all been waiting for Let's get it Free them niggas [Verse] Look, I wake up every morning with the same state of mind Bitch, I'm running to this money, let the lames wait in line I'm impatient, bitch, 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 fuck 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 niggas to this street shit Had to duck a lotta triggers to this street shit I done seen a lotta niggas do this street shit But the streets talk when you in deep shit Taught me get rich 'cause you can't beat this Gotta stay afloat, niggas getting seasick Gotta get the dough, I ain't with the cheap shit For everybody ever said I wouldn't be shit 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 niggas I don't trust Niggas that ain't starve with me and all them bitches I ain't fuck '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 shit 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 niggas 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, fuck 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 Niggas change when the gang draw blood When it's cold in the game, niggas 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 niggas claim y'all cuz Nah, it ain't all love, where I meet you at? Niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck Any nigga challenge us, duck when we riding up Buck at the nigga back, buss 'til the nigga flat One to his fitted cap, watch how the nigga act Skeet off, drop the heat off, call an ass to hit Pick her up smash the bitch, V12 fast as shit 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, nigga, you gotta be strong just to live Quick soul lifter, this will get him gone in a jiff Leave a nigga 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 nigga, 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 nigga in the store, we blow him Catch a nigga with his ho, we blow him Catch a nigga, he don't got it, we smoke him Catch a nigga out in traffic, we on him Niggas think they want static, do they really? Ask me why I start rapping, do they hear me? But this shit 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