Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Don't Give A F***, artist - DMX.
Date of issue: 21.12.1998
Song language: English
We Don't Give A F*** |
Uhh, used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty |
Screamed RYDE OR DIE, I thought you would die wit me |
Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ryde wit me |
Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit me |
Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty |
Screamed RYDE OR DIE, I thought you would die wit me |
Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ryde wit me |
Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit me |
When it rain, niggaz get wet, so stay dry (uh) |
Don’t cross me, I compete to snake eye (woo) |
You just lost me, like yo' shadow in the dark (uh-huh) |
Fucked around and forced me to hit the shadow with the spark (UHH) |
Blew your shit apart -- now it’s two halves of one nigga |
«Look at him,» I said after a few laughs, «Dumb nigga! |
Stupid is as stupid does -- cocksucker (WHAT?) |
And look what being stupid does, get you shot sucker (WHAT?) |
I let you get too close and you bit me (uh) |
I told you nah for too long, you tried to hit me |
Thought you was wit me (uhh) |
Well you might as well forget me, cause from this point on (uh-huh) |
it’s war, it won’t stop until one of us is gone» (c'mon!) |
I’m still mad at myself for lettin that shit go down (UHH) |
Somebody shoulda told me, I was fuckin wit a clown (aight?) |
And I think they found and let. |
you. |
nigga. |
drown |
. |
you know how shit get around |
Jadakiss (repeat 2X) |
Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty |
Screamed RYDE OR DIE, I thought you would die wit me |
Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ryde wit me |
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) |
Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit me |
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah) |
Aiyyo X fuck them niggaz, them niggaz ain’t your dogs |
Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor |
Been seen the foul shit, put the guns in em |
Lil' wannabe you’s, so why you run wit em? |
You can’t trust niggaz no further than you can throw em |
You don’t wanna murder the niggaz, then you blow em |
He usin yo' style, that make him yo' child |
Then he shouldn’t make a move til he hear it from yo' mouth |
We don’t allow snakes — runnin wit dogs |
Tell them ain’t nuttin like a funeral that’s gonna be yours |
Double-R, and I ain’t here to start trouble God |
But if they wasn’t your niggaz I woulda BEEN hit em hard |
Niggaz look like they phony (what) sound like they phony (huh?) |
Run around actin like motherfucker’s homies |
We all make mistakes, that’s part of the breaks |
But you can still call the apes, we bringin the duct tape |
and the broomstick -- them bitch-ass niggaz is gettin raped |
Know how we ride, whoever on they side can die |
And we ain’t tryin to be blind, fuck eye for eye |
Cause we only takin yours, you know the doggs you motherfucker |
There was always somethin there, but I just couldn’t touch it (uh-huh) |
Wasn’t somethin that would hurt me, so a nigga said, «Fuck it!» |
(uhh) |
I let it slide, laughed and joked let it ride (true) |
Now that you done killed it, I |