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g herbo - 4 minutes of hell lyrics

[intro]
lets get it! fazoland roc bloc l’s

verse 1 (lil herb)
i remember growing up tryin get it
gotta eat by any means, for that green i was with it
but i had to humble down i learned
money come around now i’m tryin to raid the town
so my clips scr-pe the ground
if i’m riding round ima get that
petty stains i ain’t with that
never fed in to the chit chat
cause these f-ck n-ggas they’ll act hard til the mac spark
leave em flatlined in the backyard thats a quick hit
scratch the hit list
my lil n-ggas gone flip sh-t
don’t tolerate no b-tch sh-t
mossbergs that’s 6’6 better duck from the bucks
buck after buck, 1 leave em stuck 2 leave em slumped throw the pumps in the trunk
knuck if you want if he jump he a chump
better watch how he move if he clutch he’ll dump
i ain’t worried bout em, i ain’t taking no l’s
only heard about em cause the old heads told stories about em
and rel just told me, herb man f-ck em up
and that’s what ima do, so if you riding, man buckle up
you know its goin down, so the guys gone knuckle up
we booming on the work, so on the first they come and f-ck with us
they know we got that drop, yall rocks playing double dutch
stepped on concrete, washed out like laundry
pharrow in the cut dooski twisting up the blunt
and remo in the garage and grab the ozz so we can stunt
i be getting money, keep it coming, new joints on my feet for nothing
b-tches always staring at me, trying to get a piece of something
and they can’t get a piece of sh-t, still i make them eat the d-ck
i’ll never be a stain, and i’m always fazo land so ill never be a lame
n-ggas playing hard to k!ll, that’ll never be a game cause if we catch you we doing you
farewells at funerals, hollow tips get to chewing you
let him see the light
ain’t no time to revive he gone rest in peace tonight
make him fight for his life
p-ssy n-gga should have never brought a knife to the fight
tell his moms her baby boy lost his life to a pipe
thats gone break her whole heart
have her all on the news like my bae was so smart, he should have took another route
then she tried to testify, so we took the mother out
b-tch we grimy on the 9, we get reckless on the 8
we the reason why they got all them detectives on the 8
but we ain’t snitching, so we safe
no face, no case, the rats get the whole thang
cops sn-tch me up, i don’t know sh-t but my whole name
sweep off the 8, blow one and back to the dope game
flip a ounce and cop a drop top whiter than cocaine
with my doe up, the strip gone blow up like propane
if we deep in the streets, we taking up both lanes
john walking with the thang
he shooting like d gaines
don’t get it brought to your front door
jamal on muskegan posted up like mutombo
thrax packs for the low, them 7’s go for the honcho
if he short, he in debt

he don’t pay and leave em wet
overtime in the trap, im tryin make this nina stretch
if you front us for a dime, put some ether in his neck
maintenace man hate the block, cause we always leave a mess
and they call us hotboyz, but we always leave em wet
and the ops don’t come outside cause they always need a vest
i’m on the ave. all night, so i always needa rest
i got a couple of keys to stretch
so my trap on d’s and f’s
my n-ggas on they p’s and q’s out here wilding squeezing tecs
and my b-tches fiend for s-x cause i leave em steaming wet

[outro]
lets get it man fazoland
roc bloc vito city, be real
nothing, welcome to fazoland the mixtape, l’s

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