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410 - no hook lyrics

[intro: bt]
boom
yeah, gang sh+t
4 f+cking 10
boom, boom
boom bow

[verse 1: bt]
tommy lee so much buju banton
f+ck 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 n+ggas are nothing, you n+ggas are rats
my n+ggas are hunters
your n+ggas 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
h+lla headbacks get mashup
[verse 2: ys]
n+ggas claim they’re savage (jokeman)
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 n+ggas 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 n+gga up then burn him
wanna beef with the gang? n+ggas nerdy
smoke a paigon out like my percy
see the drugs in this hoe be perky
she suck a n+gga off now i’m squirty
trap wrap, h+lla packs in the cab
see these yutes yeah they think they’re bad
hit a n+gga all in his back
see your girl she a hoe, she a slag
suck a n+gga 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
he was talking that crud like he’s 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

- 410 lyrics

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