Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks - We Don't Give a Fuck lyrics

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 niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster
Gang-ster

Yeah! I come creepin through your hood in
The day or 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 niggas 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

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 niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster
Gang-ster

Yeah, yeah in the hood when I pop up
Minked up and rocked up
Niggas ice grill cause these
OG's is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright
My bank card'll end your life
Niggas 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

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 niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster
Gang-ster

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 with Lloyd
Niggas'll put stabs in your boy
Like Brad did in 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?

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 niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster
Gang-ster