Chorus: X2
Tell 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 punks
Kane and Abel in this bitch, gettin` rich as Trump
Blowin` skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from Houston
Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell phone
Get some B12, get out some pots
When I get there we gonna cook and chop these rocks
It`s a never ending game, and my hustle don`t stop
It`s a devestating pain when I use my glock
[Abel]
Chrome duce dutton and a chrome 600
High as the fuck, but we can still get blunted
TRU niggaz don`t talk, ya yap, ya get punished
A hundred G`s cash in the stash (all hundreds)
Nigga bout to wreck shop
Post it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo socks
Just a young nigga hustle out the trunk for dough
Got the chip, flip phones by the corner store
Chorus X2
[Gotti]
I got the properest product
From the weed to the board to the pluck
Some chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?
Step in the cut
Don`t let them feds no what`s happenin` with us
Because they love to bust a nigga nuts
And have me hard to wear some handcuffs
So I keepin` my eyes open and my mouth shut
I only fuck with my gambino`s
Cause everything that I do is illegal
From racketeering to casinos to choppin` weight
With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and Abel
On a highway, cell phones on hopin` the feds ain`t listenin` on three way
They tap our frequency
So we got to watch what we say, from New Orleans to L.A
We got money to make, Gotti, I play for high stakes
No mistakes involved, cause it could cause us to fall
Snitch nigga, catchin` slugs, ain`t no love from us thug
Told me guns, or blood
So nigga what?
Keep that shit on the hush
[Full Blooded]
And step to the breeze way
Niggaz with me to take it easy
I won`t, but I can`t face death when you squeeze me
Put the automatic glock, up inside the clutched fist of a mask man
Ski mask man, yeah man, doin` bad man, cash man
I`m hound out, play my hood, hit blasa
Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave `em tied up in knots
First night murder, that`s how we do it, thats how we did it
Who did it?
You know your boy, ? that run with No Limit
It was in some, white camaro, fuckin` window was tinted
They had noise in it, they had P boys in it, they had toys in it
Full Blooded
Niggaz gonna respect that there
I`m a No Limit soldier
I can`t neglect that there
Give `em camoflague on my duty
Hand me the keys to the dooley
Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK`s, when these niggaz wanna do me
About this here, head bustin`, throat cuttin`
Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin`
Chorus till fade
