"4 Minutes" lyrics
(feat. Hot Boys)
[B.G.:]
You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga
[B.B.:]
Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the niggas I fuck with their bling bling
V.L. is my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga
Best be 'bout unloading a Tec nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerrillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throating niggas for a while now
I stay to taping and whooping ballers who got plots
Of birds or chickens or kis or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
What the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T, nigga
4 minutes left!
[Juvenile:]
Dis bitch off the hook, nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggas coming home trying to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Them old side niggas, them new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride niggas
Their second line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia
They're smoking weed, they're slangin D they're selling kis
While bitches shaking their ass in the middle of the street
You representing? It better be M-A-G
Or niggas gon' get mad and, never let you leave
Where am I? 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearing camouflage
3 minutes left!
[Lil Wayne:]
Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggas step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrollton, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices, cheaper than the average kis be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the hell? What is that I smell?
No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em
We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
.44's, semi-automatic calicoes
Brr, reload, chk-chk, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?
2 minutes left!
[Turk:]
Look, look, look
Plenty of diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fucking neck
It's a must every day that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad
Your head, you lose that, ain't no coming back back, I'm telling you
Play with me your people people gon' be smelling you
Make me pop and throw, six niggas gon' carry you
People don't have no money they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insuring yourself cousin
Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin
Gun I'mma peel it nigga you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin
I hope you got the message!
You know we don't drop hits, uh-uh
We drop classics nigga, uh-huh
Cash Money, c'mon, get at me nigga
[B.B.:]
Nigga thuggin, is in my blood and my genes
All the niggas I fuck with their bling bling
V.L. is my block my hood my set nigga
Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test nigga
Best be 'bout unloading a Tec nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerrillas and the headbusters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers you can't trust 'em
I been cut-throating niggas for a while now
I stay to taping and whooping ballers who got plots
Of birds or chickens or kis or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no matter
What the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti my dollars my loot my grip my green
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H-O-T, nigga
4 minutes left!
[Juvenile:]
Dis bitch off the hook, nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggas coming home trying to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick
Them old side niggas, them new side niggas
Might get loaded but they do ride niggas
Their second line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia
They're smoking weed, they're slangin D they're selling kis
While bitches shaking their ass in the middle of the street
You representing? It better be M-A-G
Or niggas gon' get mad and, never let you leave
Where am I? 6th Street and Hadley
Willow Street, Robertson and T.C
It's on fire from the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearing camouflage
3 minutes left!
[Lil Wayne:]
Yes, one-seven nigga, look
Niggas step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrollton, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see Weezy
Prices, cheaper than the average kis be
We be, thuggers, stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the hell? What is that I smell?
No it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum; necklace, platinum
Rolex, platinum; Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em; guns, we have 'em
We do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds
.44's, semi-automatic calicoes
Brr, reload, chk-chk, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?
2 minutes left!
[Turk:]
Look, look, look
Plenty of diamonds in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fucking neck
It's a must every day that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters that's why I stay strapped on my gat
I bust back back leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in black
That's a fact don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad
Your head, you lose that, ain't no coming back back, I'm telling you
Play with me your people people gon' be smelling you
Make me pop and throw, six niggas gon' carry you
People don't have no money they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance you be in the freezer a week or two
Bought that insuring yourself cousin
Get it how you live it nigga when they come cousin
Gun I'mma peel it nigga you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin, stung cousin
I hope you got the message!
