| You been talkin', now we caught you
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| Bitch now its on
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| Thug line nor I don’t give a fuck (I don’t give a fuck)
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| About you jumpin' up, actin' like you Krayzie
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| Cause you Hollywood niggas can’t fade this
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| Turn off that muthafuckin' radio
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| And put in a CD or a tape
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| And let them thug niggas show
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| We comin' to invade your space
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| In your face like «Ho hey!»
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| The original, criminal, blowing up on these niggas
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| Give them something to listen to
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| Is Right back up in the house
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| Mastermind of rap or crime
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| Another clack of a nine
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| Damage your spine (spine)
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| Mash us and blast at your mind
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| Niggas really think i’m carin'
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| What they sayin' like they scarin' me
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| But all they talk is noise
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| I’m not a toy, so boy don’t play with me
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| Thug Line, Thug Line
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| And yeah thats my clique (thats it)
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| And if niggas wanna trip
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| Then we can do this shit
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| I’m not no muthafucking ho-nigga
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| I came but i can go
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| So nigga come on
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| And let me know what you down to die for
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| Stay strapped these days cause i don’t know who to trust
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| So I just point my gun everywhere when I bust
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| Fuck these niggas
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| I’m in your city, your TV and your radio
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| So don’t act like i’m hiding
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| Nigga, y’all are just some scary-hoes
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| Why niggas be actin' like they know me?
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| Then talkin' my shit
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| All on my dick
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| Now nigga you know what we call them (A bitch, bitch)
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| I’m running from nobody and nothing
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| Motherfuck them if they coming
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| We’ll be waiting with the pumps
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| And bucking slugs into they stomach
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| A hundred mini-missles won’t miss you
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| I can bet you we hit you
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| Split 'em, get rid of 'em
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| 10 of them, at the same time killin' em
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| Keep my presence to a minimum
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| But i’m in your vision
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| Every time you see the thug line
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| I’m on the front line
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| I love mine
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| I’m tellin' you now
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| We on a mission with no mercy
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| Wanna know how bad we wan’t it?
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| Just say we thirsty for it
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| And any nigga trying to get up in my way
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| Might i say, them bitches beggin' for a beatin'
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| So we left 'em bleedin'
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| Competition (competition), to me is an enemy
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| So think before you come try to get in it with me
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| So you can frown all you want to
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| Get loud all you want to
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| But now we see you
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| What you gon' do?
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| Now if y’all really trying to get in some action
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| You heard my song
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| Come nigga, get at me
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| And bring your family
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| Cause we really need to practice
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| «Walk it, don’t talk it», I say this time after time
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| Have the same nerve and courage when we see you outside
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| Online, all right
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| Lets get this party started, spark it
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| Thug style, showin' em love
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| But we stay heartless regardless
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| Hit 'em with bomb shit
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| Better ring the alarm
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| Its the thuggish ruggish niggas
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| Bustin' the guage with one arm
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| Like Vietnam, the enemies expendable, so fuck 'em
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| First time we warn 'em
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| Second time we storm 'em
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| Nigga, you don’t get no three shots
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| We not playin', and I know they understand
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| They tried to test the man
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| But the man was really a man
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| So its the plan
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| Stay heated heavy and ready to die
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| If not then eat a magnum full of hollow point shots
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| I’m just tryin' to make my profit
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| Get up out of this shit
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| But until then I gotta cock my shit (I cock my shit) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Don't Give A Fuck , by - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Song from the album Crunkest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп