| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| Who the fuck in here!!!
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| Yeah, I guess I’m the guest of honor, I’m guilty
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| I guess, your honor why niggas wanna test my honor
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| It’s honor amongst thieves I run with petty crooks
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| Schemin on niggas like yo, that baby shook
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| But he looked, to the ground, when you look him up and down
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| Be by my Brooklyn side, you let the crooks inside
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| And pride could be a man’s worst killer
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| I’d rather starve than be a purse stealer
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| The worst feel us, 'cause we comin from a dark place
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| I see the light, niggas runnin up on Park Place
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| Every night you got the narcs chasin (Narcs chasin)
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| The feds place every night will have your heart racin
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| Half my niggas facin time in the system
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| Never gave a fuck type of niggas don’t listen, when you tell 'em
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| Fall back or you’re gonna be a felon but they keep on rebellin
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| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| Who the fuck in here!!!
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| Hello, I’m Fergie Fergie, diamond teeth lookin pearly
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| Rowdy here with the worst than lord baby have mercy
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| Boy I could get dirty you rappers never concern me
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| Talkin 'bout you the best your vision is gettin blurry
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| Nigga I’m the God from Trinidad spittin curry
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| Eatin you rappin niggas and spit the shit from the turd
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| 'Cause you nigga is through I’ll put you niggas in suits
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| Poppin your tops off like you niggas is coupes
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| Your bitch 'gon blow my team up my crew niggas is zeus
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| Willie Lynch with the flow I’ll put you niggas in nooses
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| Get thrown off the roof like you Bishop in Juice
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| Forty below Tims I’m sportin my Bishop boots
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| What comes out of that is known as the deuce deuce
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| I (Pew Pew) you pew when I’m sprayin the perfumre
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| Devil is wearing Pada I’ll put him in dirrt room
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| Devil you gonna holla you leavin this earth soon
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| It’s like, right about now 'cause it’s passin your curfew
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| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| Who the fuck in here!!!
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| Why should I fuckin care?! |
| I never had shit!
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| Moms gave birth to me on a pissy mattress
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| Pops disappeared nigga taught me mad shit
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| My idea of fun growin up is doin bad shit
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| The first licks that I hit was fo' laughs
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| No friends, I come around and niggas haul ass
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| As far as I can 'member I been on the warpath
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| I would, rob Peter and take all Paul cash
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| So I’m, glad I was born with this eye like that
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| With all them shiesty niggas gotta see behind my back
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| My face the last thing you see besides my strap
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| Birth take nine months but with a nine mill' you die like that!
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| So I’m lookin out for number one the world made me selfish
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| Prayin is fuckin dumb we all goin to hell bitch!
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| But I’m a mortal live forever like a shellfish
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| Only the strong survive preyin off the helpless
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| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| Who the fuck in here!!!
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| P! |
| Bars will diminish your show tunes
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| Best by far with Onyx and the Snowgoons
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| Been tragic, my raps, been magic
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| I pitch rocks with one arm, I’m Jim Abbott
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| You been slackin what happened? |
| I’ve been rappin
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| Gem snatchin and laughin at your mens fashion
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| P! |
| The best is go guess
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| My full crep on niggas you dress like Mos Def
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| Uh! |
| Fuck all that dumb shit
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| I’ll rip your arms off and use them shits for drumsticks
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| Your mama in jail your father is frail
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| Your sister a call girl duke 'gon bomb her and sell
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| Uh! |
| Sean don’t know better
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| A whole 'lot of cheddar Raekwon no low sweater
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| The end of the verse, send me your purse you bitch!
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| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| We Don’t Fuckin Care!!!
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| Who the fuck in here!!! |