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No Talkin' Lyrics - Boyz N Da Hood - 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 

Hoppin' in and out of bed with niggaz 

And turn around and say ya pimpin' 

Man ya trippin', ask ya women 

But she ain't heard, ya listenin' 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, thuggin' 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 buildin' 

Ya want it, it's nothin', 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 buildin' 

Ya want it, it's nothin', 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 cryin', and I'm lyin' 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 into me 

 

I've been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep 

No dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat 

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 chillin' in they plain clothes 

I might pull up in the hot bar, no talks back that in them lame hoes 

 

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 buildin' 

Ya want it, it's nothin', 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 buildin' 

Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give 

 

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 

Fuckin' hoes and bustin' fo's so long, they call me Humpty Dumpty 

 

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 buildin' 

Ya want it, it's nothin', 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 buildin' 

Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give 

 

Ay, close ya eyes, let me take ya there 

Got a prison sentence tucked off in my underwear 

62 grams nigga, servin' straight deuces 

Young nigga riding Magnum, squattin' dub deuces 

 

Mind on my money, money on my mind 

Snitch call me up, exit's on the line 

For the love of these exotic cars 

We'll risk it all, even time behind bars 

 

My reality is yo nightmare 

And this is my life, it's no nightmare 

I ain't slept in two weeks, shit I'm paranoid 

They snatched my patna up, the alphabet board 

 

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 buildin' 

Ya want it, it's nothin', 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 buildin' 

Ya want it, it's nothin', whatever, we got it to give 

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