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