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No Talkin' (Boyz N Da Hood)

Ay, I got a .45 magnum kitted And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it If you want, I can tag ya with it And you can tell ya fam cause I'll let ya whole family feel it Y'all punks, blood pump, fags and sissies Hopping in and out of bed with niggaz and turn around and say ya pimping Man ya tripping, ask ya women But she ain't heard, ya listening to the man and griffin I don't talk, I'm bout action really And I don't need a glass of Remy to cock back and blast the semi Man it's in me, I'm tellin ya, thugging in my bone Get me wrong, I'ma put one off in ya dome nigga No talkin, no fussin, no flossin, we shootin to kill Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building Ya want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give No talkin, no fussin, no flossin, we shootin to kill Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building Ya want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give I'm stuck in the gutta my nigga, life don't mean shit to me I'm broke and my daughter crying and I'm lying to the jury I see no hope in my future, abandoned by them folk killing me Boy I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got inta me I been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep No dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat (naw) Most my niggaz don't live right, my life throwed from the get go Folk better try to get their mind right, plus my nine bout to let go We in the middle of the limelight, I'm bout to ride to the liquor store We on the pills or that good weed, talk and I'll wind that trigga boom I might ride through the hot spot, police chilling in they plain clothes I might pull up in the hot bar, no talks back that in them lame hoes Yo, posted up in cul-de-sacs, with plastic gats and fifty packs Niggaz they pull drastic acts, twenty stacks will get ya whacked I touch ya with that steel, cut ya off like daffodils Hit ya with the button, leave ya drowsy like some Benadryl Casting gears been in the field, Ola bear share many tears Saw her baby boy get killed, sho baby boy hella trill Keep it G for all to see, but all don't keep it G like me All don't see shit how I see, couldn't be in the spots I be Everybody know Big Dukey known to act a fucking donkey Keep a chump dumped off in the trunk, that's why it's smelling funky MTV, don't try to +Punk+ me, leave that cracker head lumpy Fucking hoes and busting fo's so long, they call me Humpty Dumpty Ay, close ya eyes, let me take ya there (take ya there) Got a prison sentence tucked off in my underwear (naw) 62 grams nigga, serving straight deuces (what) Young nigga riding Magnum, squatting dub deuces (damn) Mind on my money, money on my mind (mind) Snitch call me up, exit's on the line (yeeeeeeah) For the love of these exotic cars We'll risk it all, even time behind bars (let's get it) My reality is yo nightmare And this is my life, it's no nightmare (that's right) I ain't slept in two weeks, shit I'm paranoid (jeah) They snatched my patna up (who), the alphabet board (ay)