4 minutes of hell

Lyrics

lets get it! fazo land roc bloc l's, 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 scrape 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 fuck niggas they'll act hard til the mac spark, leave em flatlined in the backyard thats a quick hit, scratch the hit list, my lil niggas gone flip shit, don't tolerate no bitch shit, 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 fuck 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 fuck 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, bitches always staring at me, trying to get a piece of something, and they can't get a piece of shit, still i make them eat the dick, i'll never be a stain, and i'm always fazo land so ill never be a lame, niggas playing hard to kill, 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, pussy nigga 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, bitch 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 snatch me up, i don't know shit 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, i'm 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 niggas on they p's and q's out here wilding squeezing tecs, and my bitches fiend for sex cause i leave em steaming wet, lets get it man fazo land, roc bloc vito city, be real, nothing, welcome to fazo land the mixtape, l's