Lil Herb - 4 Minutes Of Hell Pt. 2 lyrics

Gang! No Limit MB 150 Roc Block Man R.I.P. them n***as Welcome to Fazoland coming soon Just be patient I know that's what ya'll been waiting for Let's Get It! Free them n***as Look I wake up every morning with the same state of mind b**h I'm running to this money Let the lames wait in line I'm impatient b**h I'm chasing This 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** now I can't let chain me up like a chump now I just call my lil bros let her bustdown See Jackie at the top when you touch down I done lost alotta n***as to this street sh** Had to duck alotta triggers to this street sh** I done seen alotta n***as do this street sh** But the streets talk when you in deep sh** Taught me get rich cause you can't beat this Gotta stay afloat n***as getting seasick Gotta get the dough I ain't with the cheap sh** For everybody ever said I wouldn't be sh** Seen my homie hit twice coulda been three Almost seen Christ twice coulda been three I'mma burn these pipes 'fore they get me I had to earn my stripes coulda went sweet Now I separate from n***as I don't trust n***as that ain't starve with me And all them b**hes I ain't f** Cause I was working hard Mixmatching words straight in that booth attaching verbs Herb gon' get what he deserve and I deserve it all Got some sh** 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***as honour me Won't leave that hood at all And honestly no n***a sponsored 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** 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 before 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 k**ing strangers Everything ain't good all good It ain't the same when your mans draw blood n***as change when the gang draw blood When it's cold in the game n***as don't know your name Have you posted on the block Giving blows in the rain 16 toting Glocks thinking those are the things Now you on top riding fours on a range Everywhere n***as claim yall cuz Nah it ain't all love where I meet you at n***as 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***a 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 ya'll 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** Any n***a challenge us Duck when we riding up Buck at the n***a back Buss till the n***a flat One to his fitted cap Watch how the n***a act Skeet off Drop the heat off Call it Aston hit Pick her up smash the b**h V12 fast as sh** Dudeski 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***a You gotta be strong just to live Quick soul lifter This will get him gone in a jiff Leave a n***a right there on the block where I'm at Riding through kids and Marley in a lot with the Mac Riding through trigger we gone leave you stinging from the black n***a 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***a in the store we blow him Catch a n***a with his ho we blow him Catch a n***a he don't got it we smoke him Catch a n***a out in traffic we on him n***as think they want static do they really? Ask me why I start rapping do they hear me? But this sh** ain't only rap cause it's in me We ain't worried 'bout your stack we got 50's Put No Limit on my back for the city And No Limit's where it's at in the city Right on Ess** where I'm at come and get me Right on Ess** where I'm at come and get me L's No Limit MB Gang! Get More crack when my tape drop Get More crack when my tape drop