Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Don't Give A Fuck, artist - Tony Yayo. Album song Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit, Interscope
Song language: English
We Don't Give A Fuck |
We, we don’t give a fuck about you |
Your homey on the block can get it too |
Y’all lil’motherfuckers ain’t gang-ster, save your |
crew, before I put a hit out on you |
Before I let my niggaz come through |
Y’all lil’motherfuckers ain’t gang-ster, gang-ster |
Yeah! |
I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy |
It’s good that you ain’t scared to die cause you might boy |
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves’ll jump on you |
The beef escalate, they’ll be back to dump on you |
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you |
Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps’ll do Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split |
Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip |
War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide |
Everything alive dies, why ask why? |
Why cry |
Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak |
You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street |
Yeah, yeah |
In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up I got a left like, Winky Wright |
My pinky bright, my bank card’ll end your life |
Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies’n’cream |
Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream |
That ain’t taskforce money, that’s real police |
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise |
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two |
Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c’mon! |
A gram |
By man, my plan’s to expand |
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans |
Uhh, Banks |
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word |
They’ll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami |
Try me, and your mami’ll be right in the lobby |
And they’ll be feedin you Jello, like you’re Bill Cosby |
Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook |
Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin |
Don’t go tongue lashin we pull it Niggaz’ll put stabs in your boy like Brad hittin Troy |
Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy |
And I’ll be calm cause there’s bulletproof glass in the toy |
Yeah I’m flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck |
Windows up blowin big cause there’s stash in the truck, what? |