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We Don't Give a f*** Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, Volume Three

Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh
I ain't got no more respect for these n*****, uh-uh

Icepick, where the f*** your knife at?

Now who the f*** wanna ryde with this gangsta n****, thug n****

.38 snub busters, slugs rush ya

I should be in anger management class, the way I'm aimin a mac

That's how I let off frustration pertainin my past

Murder ya block, then Drag's wavin at cabs

Feds is on cars that's why they give him On-Star

Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs

Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the club

I'm all real, y'all slight thugs, I'm just like

them Arabs, f*** a gat, I use a knife

Keep my d*** sucked like, straws in soda

Y'all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?

I'm a monster on the street, I'll play all strips

I'll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips

If I ain't got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour

Y'all f*****s never knuckled up before, b****

[Chorus 2X: Fiend]

We don't give a f*** about none a y'all (none a y'all)

I'm talkin bout all y'all (all y'all)

Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin y'all (runnin y'all)

Every single m*********** one of y'all (one of y'all)
[Drag-On]

Listen up..

I bought a yellow banana six cause the way I peel off

Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin I'm soft

This'll silence yo' a** quick, put a apple on the tip

Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this s***

n***** wanna look at my chest, n**** watch your eyes

cause, Drag'll give you his change and give you a surprise

Cause when I ride, I put a heart in them n***** and get 'em live

then let my toast, put the ghost in n***** and watch it rise

Yeah I look out for my n*****, but I'm not a town hero

When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero

I'm the reason n***** jumpin out of buildings, s***

They better let that hard ground kill 'em then they run down sizzlin

Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I live

So the only way I'm fightin for the wall is they comin to my crib
Double-R m***********, we runnin this s***

Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin and s***, b****

[Chorus]

[Drag-On]

Listen, I wasn't born with stats, but I might stand while y'all was young

I used to be on the cheese line cause I was born to be a rat

My race is like a pizza pie, y'all can get a slice

And it won't be just them Arabs runnin around with they face wrapped

So if you a thug - throw these slugs!

And not at my vest, throw it at my mug

Cause my n*****'ll get y'all back, love is love

Cause we all family and n**** blood is blood

I never back down, I put backs on grounds

that'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown

Man f*** this track, listen to how I sound

That's your block, that's your city, that's your town?

BLADOOOOW!It's mines now

Cause I ain't drop a album in two years, it's time now

Cause I know y'all all laughin, playin your John Madden

'til me and my n***** kick open the door like {*BOOM*

[Chorus] - 2X
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