We Don`t Give A Fuck Lyrics

We Don`t Give A Fuck lyrics

[Drag-On]



Yeah, yeah, Volume Three



Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh



I ain't got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh



Icepick, where the fuck your knife at?







Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga



.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, fuck a gat, I use a knife



Keep my dick 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 faggots never knuckled up before, bitch







[Chorus 2X: Fiend]



We don't give a fuck 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 motherfuckin 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' ass quick, put a apple on the tip



Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shit



Niggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga 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 niggaz and get 'em live



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



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



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



I'm the reason niggaz jumpin out of buildings, shit



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 motherfucker, we runnin this shit



Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin and shit, bitch







[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 niggaz'll get y'all back, love is love



Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood



I never back down, I put backs on grounds



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



Man FUCK 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 niggaz kick open the door like {*BOOM*







[Chorus] - 2X