| I don’t give a fuck, not a single fuck
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| not a single solitary fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck motherfucker!
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| I don’t give a fuck about none of why’all!
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| Big ballin' ass BO$$ takin' two to
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| Ya head with a sawed off shotgun
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| Give it up 'cause I’m one crazed bitch!
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| Rollin' thick, gang full of lunatics bailin
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| Runnin' through the mud
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| Escaped from the cell block searchin' for the got damn judge
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| 'cause its simple to get revenge on a punk
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| Pop the trunk, grab the pump and pull the trigger my nigga!
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| From the jump kept fuckin' up, talkin' that same shit!
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| So I snuck up and fucked up a gang a shit
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| Bitches that’s down and we found 'em
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| The punk we caught 'em and clowned 'em
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| Now the niggas stretched out from a murder case
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| And don’t mind doing again the shit
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| That got me locked up in the first place
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| BO$$'ll let the nine go BUCK!
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| I truly don’t give a fuck!
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| Hook
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| Naw, not givin a fuck, not givin' a fuck about shit
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| To me I see life
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| Like its a bunch of fuckin' bullshit
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| 'cause everybody’s runnin' around with crooked scam
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| An every fuckin minute I see a nigga' in a ambulance
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| Just another dead body
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| Niggas' got the streets sewn up, they goin out worse than John Gotti !
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| So for the year '92, I’m sayin fuck the motha fuckin feds
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| I’d rather put some fuckin' heads to bed
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| On a penny-annie punk talkin' junk
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| I’ll beat ya down so bad, ya own pops won’t recognize ya
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| Its better known as the first degree murder
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| Causin' death and destruction
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| Got niggas livin by the gun
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| So make way here I come, its da bitch that
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| Don’t give a fuck
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| You make another move ya get fucked up
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| 'cause that’s the name of the game its to either kill or be killed
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| I’ll pull the trigger on a nigga!
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| 'cause I ain’t the one to get played on, ya just get sprayed on
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| Cluck!
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| 'cause I don’t give a fuck!
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| Hook
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| The gangs livin' in a world where the undergrounds dwellin'
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| Do or die or get done
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| Ya cap’ll get peeled take it from a real
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| Bitch droppin' motha fuckin' facts
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| Strapped with a big black gat, under a trench on my back
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| For motha fuckas talkin' cash shit, the BO$$'ll get drastic
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| And put the motha fucka in a casket
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| You can’t last wit, bitches on the game tip and
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| can’t hang wit bitches blowin' out brains quick
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| Anotha day anotha dead ass bitch, so grab the gat!
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| Dee, take them niggas back…
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| I’m a take ya back in the day so niggas get 'em up
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| When niggas was rough
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| And tough but now a days you just get buck
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| When ya fuck, wit a bitch Baller, ya caught in a manslaughter
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| When she’s takin' the life of one of your sons or daughters
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| 'cause back then tha’ts just the way shit went
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| Bitches’ll blow ya ass up, in a motherfuckin minute
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| Ya ask whyyyy…
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| We don’t give a fuck! |