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I Got the Hook-Up! Soundtrack lyrics
Tell Me What You're Lookin' for lyrics [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] Other I Got the Hook-Up! Soundtrack lyrics: Hook It Up lyrics Ghetto Vet lyrics What the Game Made Me lyrics From What I was Told lyrics Let's Ride lyrics I Got the Hook Up! lyrics Hooked lyrics Down with You lyrics Shake Somethin' lyrics I Don't Want to Go lyrics Would You Hesitate lyrics Itch or Scratch lyrics Keep It Real lyrics Who Rock This? lyrics Bumper and Grill lyrics Call It What You Want lyrics What You Need lyrics Drama lyrics We Got It lyrics Bang or Ball lyrics |