I Got the Hook-Up! movie - Tell Me What You're Lookin' for lyrics

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Song by Kane & Abel, Gotti, Full Blooded<br /><br>

[Chorus: X2]<br>

Tell me what you're lookin' for, what you want?<br>

Look inside my trunk you can find what you want<br>

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[Kane]<br>

1008 grams in the trunk, that's a Kilo for you punks<br>

Kane and Abel in this bitch, gettin' rich as Trump<br>

Blowin' skunk on the I-10 to New Orleans from Houston<br>

Alsmost home, hit Gotti on the cell phone<br>

Get some B12, get out some pots<br>

When I get there we gonna cook and chop these rocks<br>

It's a never ending game, and my hustle don't stop<br>

It's a devestating pain when I use my glock<br>

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[Abel]<br>

Chrome duce dutton and a chrome 600<br>

High as the fuck, but we can still get blunted<br>

TRU niggaz don't talk, ya yap, ya get punished<br>

A hundred G's cash in the stash (all hundreds)<br>

Nigga bout to wreck shop<br>

Post it up, on the high block, rocks and my polo socks<br>

Just a young nigga hustle out the trunk for dough<br>

Got the chip, flip phones by the corner store<br>

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[Chorus X2]<br>

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[Gotti]<br>

I got the properest product<br>

From the weed to the board to the pluck<br>

Some chip phones to 6 shot chromes, so whats up?<br>

Step in the cut<br>

Don't let them feds no what's happenin' with us<br>

Because they love to bust a nigga nuts<br>

And have me hard to wear some handcuffs<br>

So I keepin' my eyes open and my mouth shut<br>

I only fuck with my gambino's<br>

Cause everything that I do is illegal<br>

From racketeering to casinos to choppin' weight<br>

With my nigga Fino, me, Hound, and Kane and Abel<br>

On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds ain't listenin' on three way<br>

They tap our frequency<br>

So we got to watch what we say, from New Orleans to L.A<br>

We got money to make, Gotti, I play for high stakes<br>

No mistakes involved, cause it could cause us to fall<br>

Snitch nigga, catchin' slugs, ain't no love from us thug<br>

Told me guns, or blood<br>

So nigga what?<br>

Keep that shit on the hush<br>

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[Full Blooded]<br>

And step to the breeze way<br>

Niggaz with me to take it easy<br>

I won't, but I can't face death when you squeeze me<br>

Put the automatic glock, up inside the clutched fist of a mask man<br>

Ski mask man, yeah man, doin' bad man, cash man<br>

I'm hound out, play my hood, hit blasa<br>

Pass the herb, hit the curb, and I, leave 'em tied up in knots<br>

First night murder, that's how we do it, thats how we did it<br>

Who did it?<br>

You know your boy, ? that run with No Limit<br>

It was in some, white camaro, fuckin' window was tinted<br>

They had noise in it, they had P boys in it, they had toys in it<br>

Full Blooded<br>

Niggaz gonna respect that there<br>

I'm a No Limit soldier<br>

I can't neglect that there<br>

Give 'em camoflague on my duty<br>

Hand me the keys to the dooley<br>

Give me a bullet proof, 2 PK's, when these niggaz wanna do me<br>

About this here, head bustin', throat cuttin'<br>

Finger funk type shit, give a fuck nigga, smoke somethin'<br>

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[Chorus till fade]<br>

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