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Chorus: X2Tell me what you're lookin' for, what you want?Look inside my trunk you can find what you want[Kane]1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo for you punksKane and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as TrumpBlowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from HoustonAlsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell phoneGet some B12, get out some potsWhen I get there we gonna cook and chop these rocksIt's a never ending game, and my hustle don't stopIt's a devestating pain when I use my glockSongtexte[Abel]Chrome duce dutton and a chrome 600High as the fuck, but we can still get bluntedTRU niggaz don't talk, ya yap, ya get punishedA hundred G's cash in the stash (all hundreds)Nigga bout to wreck shopPost it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo socksJust a young nigga hustle out the trunk for doughGot the chip, flip phones by the corner storeChorus X2[Gotti]I got the properest productFrom the weed to the board to the pluckSome chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?Step in the cutDon't let them feds no what's happenin' with usBecause they love to bust a nigga nutsAnd have me hard to wear some handcuffsSo I keepin' my eyes open and my mouth shutI only fuck with my gambino'sCause everything that I do is illegalFrom racketeering to casinos to choppin' weightWith my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and AbelOn a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds ain't listenin' on three wayThey tap our frequencySo we got to watch what we say, from New Orleans to L.AWe got money to make, Gotti, I play for high stakesNo mistakes involved, cause it could cause us to fallSnitch nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no love from us thugTold me guns, or bloodSo nigga what?Keep that shit on the hush[Full Blooded]And step to the breeze wayNiggaz with me to take it easyI won't, but I can't face death when you squeeze mePut the automatic glock, up inside the clutched fist of a mask manSki mask man, yeah man, doin' bad man, cash manI'm hound out, play my hood, hit blasaPass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em tied up in knotsFirst night murder, that's how we do it, thats how we did itWho did it?You know your boy, ? that run with No LimitIt was in some, white camaro, fuckin' window was tintedThey had noise in it, they had P boys in it, they had toys in itFull BloodedNiggaz gonna respect that thereI'm a No Limit soldierI can't neglect that thereGive 'em camoflague on my dutyHand me the keys to the dooleyGive me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, when these niggaz wanna do meAbout this here, head bustin', throat cuttin'Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin'Chorus till fade Aus Songtexte Mania