We Don't Give A Fuck - Album Version (Explicit)

歌曲 We Don't Give A Fuck - Album Version (Explicit)
歌手 Tony Yayo
歌手 50 Cent
歌手 Lloyd Banks
歌手 Olivia
专辑 Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon

歌词

(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Olivia) [Olivia harmonizing for 10 seconds] [Chorus: Olivia]
We, we don't give a ************* about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' mother******s ain't gang-ster, save your crew, before
I put a hit out on you
Before I let my *************z come through
[50 Cent] Y'all lil' mother******s 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
************* 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 *************z in a whip,
AK banana clip
War time, frontline, ************* 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 [Chorus] [Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
In the hood when
I pop up, minked up and rocked up
*************z 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
*************z 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
************* what my ****** goin fo', 62, c'mon!
A gram By man, my plan's to expand
Try to jux and you hooked to catscan [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks]
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 mommy'll be right in the lobby
And they'll be feedin you
Jello, like you're
Bill Co*************y
Yeah everybody yellin, 'til the beef cook
Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin
Don't go tongue la*************n wit
Lloyd *************z'll put stabs in your boy like
Brad Pitt in
Troy Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy
And I'm calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as a *************, mashed in with
Buck Windows up blowin big cause the stash in the truck, what? [Chorus]