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We Dont Give A A F**k Ft Olivia,lloyd Banks &50 Cent
[Olivia]Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangsta
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangsta, gangsta
[Verse 1:50 Cent]
Yeah
I come creepin' through your hood in the day or the night, boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cuz you might, boy
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves will jump on you
The beef escalade, 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 will do
Sunny day; hot fudge, vanilla, banana split
Four nigga in the whip, A.K. banana clip
Wartime, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything alive dies Why ask why, why cry?
Man up chump worrying is for the weak
You can hold your own or get left for dead in the street
[Olivia]
We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangsta
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangsta, gangsta
[Verse 2:Tony Yayo]
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 right
My pinky bright, my bank card will end your life
Niggas keen but they sweeter then; cookies and cream
Homie I got more blocks then Hakim the dream
That ain't task force money, that's Go-Ho-Lee
I got my rap sheet in the ally with that fiend Denise
Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62
Nigga run my dope 4 for 62, come on
up lam, my man, my plans to expand
Try to trixing you hooks to catscans
[Chorus:Olivia]
We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangsta
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangsta, gangsta
[Verse 3:Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Uh
I got a few schizo's behind me
I give no word to wet your whole block up
Like the tsunami, try me
If your mommy will be right in the lobby
And they'll be feeding you jell-o
Like you Bill Cosby
Yeah everybody yelling, yeah, so the beef cooks
And somebody gets hit in the melon
Then they tellin'
don't go tounge lashin' with Lloyd
Niggas will put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in troy
You'll be shaking like a cuddy with his last bit of boy
And I'll be calm cuz it's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin' wit' buck
Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk
wha
[Chrous:Olivia]
We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangsta
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangsta, gangsta
Oeh