Big Pun, Cuban Link - We Don't Care lyrics

Yeah, the foundation, LGP
Latins Goin Platinum baby! Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uhh, year 2000
Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)
We rock the party and
(you won't like me when I'm angry)
(I guarantee you
You won't like me when I'm angry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah terror Squadians
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)
We rock the party and

YEAH, I tear the club up
Pull up in the Hummer with Pun
My fuckin brother
Makin motherfuckers run for cover
The number runner son
I'm nothin but a hustler
Burnin rubber with drugs
Stuffed up in the muffler
Shut the fuck up! Bust a
Slug through your jugular
Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs
Never front on us
TS baby, straight out the BX baby
So if they BS, we deeper than the US navy
You ain't crazy - laid up
In the club like WHAT?
With all the ladies - showin
Us nothin but LOVE
Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth
Straight to the GUT
In a Mercedes - Coupe fucked up doin a BUCK
If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks
Pressin my LUCK
It's all gravy - puffin the blunt
Blazin it UP maybe you hate me - cause your
Baby mom's on my NUTS
She wanna rape me - just
Because I'm sexy as FUCK so nigga WHAT?

Tear the club up! Cause we don't care
E'rybody strip yeah we don't care
Shoot the place up!
Yeah we don't care (nuh ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH)
We don't care! (NAHHHAHH) yeah we don't care
T squaders yes, yeah we don't care
Fuck you nigga! Nah we don't care (nuh ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH)
We don't care! (NAHHHAHH)

Yo
I'm livin in madness, given the Spanish props
I got to have it
Loadin and bustin' up mad clips
Gettin' up asses
Grabbin' the girls on they asses
Duck when the mac hit's or be
Dead before your body falls
Cause when my shotty roars
We ignore Giuliani laws
My trigger got no heart nigga
I'm blowin apart liver
And holdin the Glocks, call to the cops
I'm blowin the spot
Baby better head for the hills
My niggas wild for the night
My lead ready to peel this shit really real
My clip really filled
Your chick better chill
My dick fit to kill, we fittin to ill
No survivors
Frozen Godivas or roses and flowers
Sour the grapes of those opposin the Squaders
Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas
Word to my junkie mama
I'mma keep it funky for homies up in Elmira
You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge
Carter kids stuck to the projects
Go ahead keep checkin that ball
N' me n' Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips
Keep talkin that thug shit like you bored
In a year? when you gonna buck shit?
Whether there's hundreds
And what? this count as more shit

Tear the club up! Cause we don't care
E'rybody strip yeah we don't care
Shoot the place up!
Yeah we don't care (nuh ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH)
We don't care! (NAHHHAHH) yeah we don't care
T squaders yes, yeah we don't care
Fuck you nigga! Nah we don't care (nuh ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH)
We don't care! (NAHHHAHH)

Uhh yeah
Big Punisher cuban Link
Terror Squad
Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way
Anything goes
The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT?