Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Don't Give A F**k, artist - C-NoteDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
We Don't Give A F**k |
| Represent to the fullest, so many be toting bullets |
| Opening up your eyes and see, your life can end up drastically |
| And to me this fucked up game mayn, I’m fucking with niggas that crack slang |
| So many homies done got buried, man it made me insane |
| Ready for war where the guns last, out in this war when the guns blast |
| Fucking with me, done gave your life a chance to feel my wrath quick lil' bad |
| Bitch made niggas wanna hate on us, soldier made niggas but in God we trust |
| Still in the game where we quick to bust, bunch of cops wanna fuck with us |
| How many niggas wanna fade the G’s, real ass niggas with the cocoa leaves |
| Icing the cake floss baked don’t leave, what you see not what it be |
| Niggas wanna see me, I’m on the 33rd block |
| The nigga don’t get enough, cause I don’t give a fuck |
| The nigga don’t get enough, cause we don’t give a fuck |
| Nigga we don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck |
| Nigga he don’t give a fuck, nigga they don’t give a fuck |
| Nigga she don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck |
| Shipping the coke by the boats, bezeltynes up on my throat |
| Fully choppers what we tote, leaving them haters up in smoke |
| All because he with the coke, yeah them niggas came up short |
| Simply tried to play the smoke, sending bullets all through his coat |
| Fuck around and get tossed up, fuck around and get crossed up |
| Do more than shoot your house up, you know to keep your mouth shut |
| Put them blades up on the truck, put the wood off in the buck |
| Clovers boys wouldn’t give a fuck, it’s suited up and shoot it up |
| Ride all day cock they K, boys don’t play that black and grey |
| Stay the fuck up out my way, chopper bullets I’m gon spray |
| Pulling them stunts and popping them trunks, rolling that skunk and light the |
| blunts |
| Seen the crowd all up in front, we giving the fans just what they want |
| From H-Town to Oklahoma, I’ma put it down just like I wanna |
| Yellow bones nigga I’ma bone em, jump in the bub gon hit the corner |
| Botany Big Shots on the monoblocks, keep the block hot screwed up the spot |
| Sitting three wheeler off in the drop, see me with a Glock cocked down your |
| block |
| Bitch made niggas it’s Note and me, on the one first quick like a G |
| Leaving niggas face down in reality, niggas ain’t strong when they on the |
| streets |
| Fucking with the niggas that be on my block, what set you from nigga this a |
| chamber lock |
| What you sipping on nigga has a lil' more rocks, what you lean on nigga I |
| serving rock |
| How many niggas gon feel our wrath, how many niggas gon feel our past |
| C-Note and JK on a paper chase, Oklahoma City and Texas plates |
| Texas plates out them gate, show em how we do it all through the states |
| Shipping c.d.'s off by the crates, the boys down South mayn holding weight |
| We some real niggas don’t give a fuck, ride around town in a trophy truck |
| Me and JK cock that K, them mark ass niggas they fucked with us |