G Herbo – Red Snow

[intro]
I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
They stealin’, robbin’, living heartless, never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow

[verse 1]
Look, red snow
I was born in the slums through the drugs and the bums
Lookin’ up to thugs with the guns
Why they want for us to settle every first of the month all the way until you tired of the crumbs
Kids getting up for school the ain’t setting no alarms they wake up to the sound of the drums
And respect don’t go too long nowadays man a nigga wanna [?] with the guns
I remember i was young running wild with my niggas we’ll run around the hood just for fun
By eighth grade yea we was trapping stacking ones, staying up for parties packing guns
22s, 380s, 32s under the jacket thought we was the Navy
Man we took on the hood made them old niggas fall right in line man they thought we was babies
Back then had to think and react like a man as a boy that’s what made me
I was ridin’ for mine we gon’ die for the cause, know No Öimit crazy
I was out in the field, committing sins on my dawgs, disobeying the law
Bitch no respect for the jakes I’ma ride if they pay me
And the fuck niggas lower than rats in the streets doing hits liking babies
You won’t catch me with no gat in the streets, niggas say they after me
Niggas say they whackin’ me
Bust and fire don’t know what got in me
G Herbo ain’t with no rapping beef, if a nigga want me clap at me
I used to have dreams with degrees growing up becoming a athlete
But instead I just ended on essex, Lil’ Roc rolled the swishers and cap had the heat
Pistol gang I keep my gat with me
No limit my I got company
Kobe squad I still got act in me, Roc block ain’t just a tat on me

[Hook]
I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
They stealin’, robbin’, living heartless, never hit they target
The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters harsh cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow

[verse 2]
Red snow, you either dead or dead broke
And all the young’ins know is blow and sell that damn coke
They daddy’s dead or on death row and moms don’t care or know
Where eight year old’s get killed at candy stores no damn remorse
Babies, mothers, grannies, aunts niggas don’t fear no more
They ain’t in the streets forreal they don’t care no more
These niggas ain’t forreal, they ain’t trained to kill
A lot of niggas really bitches they just life taker
And they take the wrong lives, they ain’t life savers
They ain’t trynna get money they ain’t bout paper
These niggas know me lowkey liberal toting Glocks with lasers
He lost his heartbeat doctors had to feed him anesthesia
I’m everywhere from Lakeshore to [?] nothing major
He told you that he run the city yea he might have played ya
Don’t know nigga run the city we all from the city
The murder cap closing your eyes will get you gunned down quickly
And all my niggas gun down quickly, catch you run down empty
Get high off lean smoke pounds of OG before I fall in holy
I’m gone off Remy smoking pasto got that blammer on me
Bronem told me you G Herbo can’t be by your lonely

[Hook]
I know I rap a lot about being dead or dead broke
But, my city starving it’s the go that’s just the way it go
They still in robbing, living heartless, never hit they target
The summers long and winters hard cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow
The summers long and winters hard cause we got red snow
Red snow, red snow, red snow

G Herbo – Write Your Name

[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon’ get high
And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon’ cry
Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
Thats a must nigga
I done lost so many real niggas
I can’t trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys
So im sippin Remy, smokin 50’s for my guys
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
Missin my niggas
Kushy and liquor, 4’s of the lean
RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
Paint up a picture
Of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong
And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
Man, I remember
Now my heart is cold as December
Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

[Bridge]
Squad
RIP my niggas man
Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
Ball like Im Kobe
RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
RIP Pistol P man
For all my niggas gone man
We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
RIP my squad

[Verse 2]
I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just bring my niggas back
But I know I’ll never get em back
So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like "where they at?"
Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain’t even funny
I know they prolly wanna rob me
They hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won’t get nothin from me
From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
SQUAD, RIP the L’s
Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
Rollin in 4’s with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, pose’ to be there and they hidin’
Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
But they didn’t!
HANN!

G Herbo – That’s How I Grew Up (Humble Beast: Before The Album)

[Intro]
Money callin’ me, trouble followin’ me
I’ma street nigga and I’ma always be
And my momma know I’m good so she don’t pray for me
I’m just a street nigga and I’ma always be

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

[Verse 1]
On the Eastside of Chiraq, thats where I grew up
OG ain’t let me on Essex until I grew up
When G Fazo died in 2010 I just ain’t give a fuck
‘Member me and Manski on the phone an hour teein’ up
Fourteen we was young as fuck all ready to fuck shit up
Comin’ up no fear in us we ready to kill sum
Lil Roc died Broski turned himself in for a year or sum
Trappin’ so hard told em leave the line and watch us still run it
Back then I was sixteen probably running up a fifteen
Then I started spittin’ 16s, rappin’ 16s, by my 16th
Nigga 16 yeah them my blocks
Four blocks can’t switch, four blocks that way
Four blocks up four blocks back
We run our shit and the opps
(Gang gang)

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

[Verse 2]
You can’t come where I grew up
Big ass guns where I grew up
They shoot for fun where I grew up
No where to run you fall you fucked
Wonder why your niggas never pull up
Never call you up
Ain’t know who you calling for
No body want war with us
Literally, bullshit you not
Fo’nem go nuts with them Glocks
They don’t even know how to stop
Knock that little shit off the top
Grew up fathers off the dope
Grew up mothers off the rocks
Errybody got a problem
Errybody got a opp
And I grew up just a screw up
Takin’ drugs [?]
Totin’ guns missin’ court goin’ on the run
Gangbangin’ ridin’ on opps just for fun
Pop in front of ’em masked up
Can’t see my face just the gun

[Hook]
We was gangbangin’, that’s how I grew up
Out there sellin’ work, that’s how I grew up
Youngin’ shootin’ shit up, that’s how I grew up
I put in that work, that’s how I blew up
Man fuck them niggas, they ain’t nothin’ like us
We don’t talk to cops, that’s how I grew up
We just sit out box, that’s how I grew up
All day on the block, that’s how I grew up

G Herbo – Eastside Story (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man
RIP them niggas, hah

[Verse]
Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the back
Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped
This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap
G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap
I met Kobe on the five, we was micced down in ’05
Timbos and spray painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout fonem all the time
Back when Grams lived on the four
First floor, 7405
Vito stayed on the other side
Him and Hill real running wild
WIth Chico and probably smoking dro
8 bucks for a pound of loud
Used to leave for school, lil blac on chico nem porch all the time
Fuck with OGs off the fire
Shorties and shit just wasn’t my crowd
Four of them fucking up the wheel
I ran (?), ain’t fuck with (?)
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Acting East can’t hit it for the (?)
Five to nine, (?) to (?) and (?) was on the map
Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back
Used to do pelly coats with his crew back
Chrome buck 50, smash the new gat
Leather (?) with the weed (?)
Fazo had one that was blue black
G Fazo, ain’t need to say more
Bust so hard, make you wanna shoot back
(?) don’t do that
Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it
Miss all my niggas, why talk about ’em?
All they like us niggas bitch made
Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age
Made 1800 on a good day
Don’t end up dead or broke
Go jail like a (?) is what the hood say
Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat
I’m on point like an arrow
Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, "hello"
Got smoke like Dero, remember walking (?)
Hoodied up if we got to blow
Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo
79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
No Limit crazy
Remember nights off the lazy
Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was running the east
Turning into Herbo G
The big humble beast, ay

G Herbo – On My Soul (feat. Lil Reese) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit’ ya’ll niggas ain’t real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain’t on non’, my niggas gon’ drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
On my soul in the field, ‘member plain nights
Totin’ pipes, trappin’ sellin’ white trynna get it right
Came straight from the block now I’m on the mic
Cockroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night
Yeah nigga I need the money, fuck fame
Ima’ stay the same, never change
I be with the gang, sippin’ purple lean, switchin’ lanes
30’s in they hands, so don’t run up on this Range, jewels run up in yo’ brain boy
Real nigga everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don’t clap for me
My niggas real guaranteed they gon’ clap for me so when I get them bills Ima’ pay for they accuracy
Now everybody juss’ be plottin’ on everybody , the feds prolly’ puttin’ dead bodies on there bodies
And these niggas snakes , I ain’t rockin’ wit’ everybody
If any nigga play, we got choppas’ for everybody
A couple niggas might’ve said they my mans prolly’
But understand, I’m that nigga to everybody
He ain’t from the land then he ain’t my mans prolly
We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously
Bitch can’t ask me for my money man, bitch over my dead body
And I promise that my money won’t stop Ima’ stack ’till I get too the top, put it…

[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit’ ya’ll niggas ain’t real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain’t on non’, my niggas gon’ drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)

[Bridge: Lil Reese]
Ha
You’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Okay yo’ clique a buncha’ woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- niggas
(Fufu!) You juss’ a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Give a fuck ’bout what you woulda’- shoulda’- coulda-nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Man I can’t do shit for no nigga, niggas never did shit for me (On my soul)
Right before when I was pullin’ them bands, niggas wasn’t in that shit wit’ me (On my soul)
Now everybody wanna hold out they hand, boy you can’t get shit from me (On my soul)
R.I.P. Lil’ Roc, Vito, Fazo and real Pistol P (On my soul)
Smoke a blunt now I’m back at it
Smoke a blunt now I’m back at it
Smoke a blunt now I’m back at it
I’m workin’ hard ‘cuz my tape shoulda’ been dropped
And bro’s shit goin’ nuts for the crack addicts
Meanwhile bitch I’m focused on my mathematics
All this money in the world, yeah I gotta have it
I ain’t trickin’ on a bitch, that’s a bad habit
I’m juss’ whippin’ at my wrist for a black Aston
I’m ridin’ ’round through the city blowin’ loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin’
I don’t ride wit’ the mask but I ride wit’ the Mag, I juss’ drive and the Macs blastin’

[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit’ ya’ll niggas ain’t real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain’t on non’, my niggas gon’ drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)

[Bridge: Lil Reese]
Ha
You’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Okay yo’ clique a buncha’ woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- niggas
(Fufu!) You juss’ a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Give a fuck ’bout what you woulda’- shoulda’- coulda-nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Reese]
You’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
My niggas on the block they’ll shoot you- take- all yo’- figures
If you holdin’ on the low I need that- lil’- fuckin’- nigga
If you hold , you say you got it- the shit- witcho’- niggas
If you gettin’- money lil’ nigga you should feed everybody on the block
Say he hot, how the fuck he hot when his fuckin’ album juss’ flopped?
My niggas gettin’ money, gettin’ money we ain’t even gotta be on that block
Yo’ bitch gon’ go, she gon’ go anyway ‘cuz she know the squad hot
Fuck all that shoulda’- coulda’- woulda’- shit les’ get to it
These old ass rappers they old as fuck they needa’ sit down and get to it
And a nigga like me stay high steady rollin’ up Swishers fuck Backwoods
Lil’ nigga get the top, push back on my block everyday nigga I’m good

[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit’ ya’ll niggas ain’t real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain’t on non’, my niggas gon’ drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)

[Bridge: Lil Reese]
Ha
You’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Okay yo’ clique a buncha’ woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- niggas
(Fufu!) You juss’ a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Give a fuck ’bout what you woulda’- shoulda’- coulda-nigga

G Herbo – All My Niggaz (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
(RIP all my niggas man
Kobe, Vito, Chico, Fazo all my niggas man
Free all my niggas man
Free Jock, free lil boos, free crazy jays, free b gills man
Free all my niggas man, SQUAD)

[Verse 1]
Ball my niggas, seem like I lost all my niggas
RIP Lil Roc, Vito, Fazo can’t believe yall gone my nigga
And it’s real fucked up how it’s good one day next day go wrong my nigga
But I gotta stay strong my nigga
So I wrote this song my nigga
Remember all them nights we was out in that field, had to tote that chrome my nigga
Then it all went wrong, What the fuck Kobe why you couldn’t get a ride home my nigga
Why yo name in this song my nigga
But dont trip cuz it’s on my nigga
Put it on my soul you ain’t gon’ be the only one with a headstone my nigga
I lost a lot of my niggas
So you get dropped for my niggas
We got Glocks with hair triggas
Split a nigga wig when I tap the hair trigga
Hollows in the scene now the top of his head missing
Catch me in the field, gotta move with the steel
Till the day I get killed or the coppas come get me
Only 17, but them choppas hold 50
Yea them choppas hold 50
We’ll turn a nigga block to yo city
Seem like im the man
I be shopping, bitches saying "Lil Herb you on the top of yo city"

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

[Verse 2]
No Limit MB
Fazoland Roc Block We a hunned-fifty
Can’t a nigga flip me
Its a gun on every single nigga with me
Motherfuck a bitch nigga
I’m just tryna get rich then I’m tryna get richer
Worry about shit nigga
Cuz they pussy in this 40 cal make my dick bigger
Bet I won’t miss nigga
Green beam on a nigga make you take a sit nigga
And I don’t forget nigga
Remember he was talking slick now he don’t exist nigga
And all we do is switch nigga
Pass lil bro the semi, that’s a assist nigga
And yeah you a bitch nigga
Couple shots to the stomach now he walking shit nigga
Ima real ass nigga I need real cash
I need it real fast nigga
Bandz in the stash nigga
If he try to rob me he a stupid ass nigga
Spend it like my last nigga
Whole 5 nigga for you end up like the last nigga
And for Lil Roc i’ll spazz nigga
10 year niggas you can have my last nigga
See you muggin when i ride past nigga
You know this foreign got a lot of cash In it
Alot of guns in it too and a whole lotta savages
They’ll leave a nigga in the past nigga

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

SQUAD !

G Herbo – Write Your Name (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon’ get high
And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon’ cry
Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
Thats a must nigga
I done lost so many real niggas
I can’t trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys
So im sippin Remy, smokin 50’s for my guys
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
Missin my niggas
Kushy and liquor, 4’s of the lean
RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
Paint up a picture
Of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong
And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
Man, I remember
Now my heart is cold as December
Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

[Bridge]
Squad
RIP my niggas man
Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
Ball like Im Kobe
RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
RIP Pistol P man
For all my niggas gone man
We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
RIP my squad

[Verse 2]
I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just bring my niggas back
But I know I’ll never get em back
So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like "where they at?"
Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain’t even funny
I know they prolly wanna rob me
They hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won’t get nothin from me
From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
SQUAD, RIP the L’s
Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
Rollin in 4’s with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, pose’ to be there and they hidin’
Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
But they didn’t!
HANN!

G Herbo – Eastside Story Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man
R3 them niggas, hah

[Verse]
Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the back
Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped
This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap
G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap
I met Kobe on the five, we was micced down in ’05
(?) and spray painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout four of them all the time
Back when (?) lived on the four
First floor, 7405
Vito stayed on the other side
Him and Hill real running wild
WIth Chico and probably smoking dro
8 bucks for a pound of loud
Used to leave for school, (?) all the time
Fuck with OGs off the fire
Shorties is shit (?)
Four of them fucking up the wheel
I ran (?), ain’t fuck with (?)
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Acting East can’t hit it for the (?)
Five to nine, (?) to (?) and (?) was on the map
Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back
Used to do belly (?) with his crew back
Chrome buck 50, smash the new gat
Leather (?) with the weed (?)
Fazo had one that was blue black
G Fazo, ain’t need to say more
Bust so hard, make you wanna shoot back
(?) don’t do that
Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it
Miss all my niggas, why talk about ’em?
All they like us niggas bitch made
Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age
Made 1800 on a good day
Don’t end up dead or broke
Go jail like a (?) is what the hood say
Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat
I’m on point like an arrow
Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, “hello”
Got smoke like Dero, remember walking (?)
Hoodied up if we got to blow
Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo
79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
No Limit crazy
Remember nights off the lazy
Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was running the east
Turning into Herbo G
The big humble beast, ay