Tell Me What You're Lookin' For Lyrics - Kane & Able

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