No Hook

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[Intro: BT, YS] Boom Yeah, gang shit 4 fucking 10 Boom, boom Boom bow [Verse 1: BT] Tommy Lee so much Buju Banton Fuck with Tommy Hutton leng Watching these kitties go mad Mana can't talk about scrams, cah Anytime mana get scrammed Mana can't roll up on gang Mana can't roll up on man Man cah anytime mana get damp You niggas are nothing, you niggas are rats My niggas are hunters Your niggas are good You ain't seen no trap, you ain't seen no numbers You ain't seen no mash but you wanna be gunmen Good yute, funny man, Chris Tucker Just stay in your books I know that you're shook Syikes just got him a ladder Bububu-bow, boom, let him stagger Free my yardie, my link The jakes got him locked in the slammer Got me a big boy blammer No it don't jam up .44 spinning like spanners Hella headbacks get mashup [Verse 2: YS] Niggas claim they're savage (jokemen) Black blade out do damage Hit him in his chest now he's cabbage Got about four bricks in the attic Grey ting over there she a slapper Sucking the gang, she a hatters And the niggas with me they're trappers Bagging the work, watch it vanish Skrr, skrr, out on the block we lurky In the ride with the 8 and the 30 Hit a nigga up then burn him Wanna beef with the gang? Niggas nerdy Smoke a paigon out like my percy See the drugs in this hoe be perky Suck a nigga off now I'm squirty Trap wrap, hella packs in the cab See these yutes yeah they think they're bad Hit a nigga all in his back See your girl she a hoe, she a slag Suck a nigga off and the gang Got the trey and a nine piece of am Free all the guys in the can [Verse 3: Rendo] Me and Dot's in the ride with the dotts Move that rock Boom bow mana get shot Get a boy down for his gwop My little young G's got juice Send a boy round with the mop You was talking that crud like you active But really you know that you not But really you know that you not Dududu at a four door Had him running little shook yute Keep talking like you on joints I know really you're a good yute Sizzy got the racks out, Dotty got the packs out Know we got the bujj too I could run man down with the pump Get your whole face pushed through Boom bow then we skrr off Big guns you ain't heard of Turnt up or get him turned off About consign food, you're getting burnt off Your whole block's getting swerved on We see cops then we swerve off I've got lines you can work on About you can't plug food, better learn don