Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dont Give A Fucc, artist - Blaq Poet. Album song The Blaqprint: The Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.06.2009
Record label: Year Round
Song language: English
Dont Give A Fucc |
| Yo, what |
| Hoo han |
| Queensbridge stand up, motherfuckers |
| Blaq Poet attacks, what the fuck you thought was gonna happen |
| I’m from the days when niggas stood on the corners clapping |
| Drinking 40's in front of the police |
| Running around, a straight beast on the streets |
| I’m lucky I made, I can’t believe it |
| I’m looking around the town, and I’m feeling like Simon Phoenix |
| Murder, death, kill, all in my mind |
| You ain’t heard this type of shit in a very long time |
| I’m ten times deadly, ready, aim steady |
| One to your head and the rest for your belly |
| The Southside slasher, run up, cut your throat |
| Just to let you motherfuckers know this ain’t no fucking joke |
| What |
| Blaq Poet don’t give a fuck |
| «You don’t want it» |
| I will fuck ya niggas up |
| «Don't you get it» |
| Blaq Poet don’t give a fuck |
| «You don’t want it» |
| I will fuck ya niggas up |
| What you motherfuckers gonna do when trouble come |
| I’m hardcore heavyweight, you bubblegum |
| My style is buck wild, straight from the slum |
| I come from where niggas pray to the gun |
| All you stupid niggas talking that beef shit |
| Fighting for New York when these are my streets, bitch |
| I use terrorist techniques |
| The warrior wreck beats, homerun your head off your neckpiece |
| It’s Blaq Poet, hip-hop most dangerous |
| Spit the kind of shit to make all the gangs bang to this |
| All you rap critics got to give it up |
| I’m like the narcs choking on your neck, make you spit it up |
| My motto is «fuck ya niggas», who want to rumble |
| I’ll drag your little monkey ass all through the jungle |
| This is what it comes to, I got to come through |
| Buck shot, buck shot, show you what them guns do |
| I’m out of my mind, I’m fucking crazy |
| I’ll have momma’s baby pushing up daisies |
| You want it, you got it, I’ll give you a death wish |
| I’ve been going to war since I was young and reckless |
| Ask about me, I’m a motherfucking hustler |
| Dough get low, take the money from the customers |
| Low down, dirty, grimy |
| Right in front of your face and you still can’t find me |
| Screwball, went to war with Giuliani |
| I’m pure New York, got train tracks inside me |
| Blaq Poet don’t give a fuck |
| «You don’t want it» |
| I will fuck ya niggas up |
| «Don't you get it» |
| Ya niggas know what the fuck it is |
| Blaq Poet |
| Premo |
| Next Level shit motherfuckers |
| Hoo Han |