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 ya'll been waiting for
Let's Get It! Free them niggas
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 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 fuck 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 niggas to this street shit Had to duck alotta triggers to this street shit I done seen alotta 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'mma 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 Mixmatching 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 honour me Won't leave that hood at all And honestly no nigga 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 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 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 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 thinking those are the things Now you on top riding fours on a range Everywhere niggas claim yall 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 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 fuck Any nigga challenge us Duck when we riding up
Buck at the nigga back Buss till the nigga flat One to his fitted cap Watch how the nigga act
Skeet off Drop the heat off Call it Aston hit Pick her up smash the bitch V12 fast as shit
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 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 kids and Marley in a lot with the Mac Riding through trigger we gone leave you stinging from the 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 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 Essex where I'm at come and get me Right on Essex where I'm at come and get me
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