Kane And Able F- Gotti Full Blooded Tell Me What You`re Lookin` For 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