Funk Master Flex I Don`t Care Lyrics

I Don`t Care Lyrics

feat. Jadakiss

(Jada talking)
I'm still just happy to be here, ya know
Funk Flex, 2000, Volume 4
Let's do it, what

I be the K-I double to the death and that's that
If niggas half nice, then that mean they half wack
Copped the new Viper, whyn't you try to pass that
With bit*hes that'll snipe you where you buy your hash at
I even give daps to niggas I blast at
And y'all gon' get me my as* capped or get your as* capped
I take the clip out and hit you with the back of the gun
Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if you run
Call me Jada, I love to clap the sh*t out a hater
Give my lawyer seven then give him another three later
'Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it
And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeated
'Cause I'm tryna be around like Boston Baked Beans
Gave so many samples out, it's hard to shake fiends
Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck
And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checks
And I don't want drama, but if you do I'm killin ya children
Go to any project in the world and chill in the building
Hit me later, I think not, I keep the glock
And drive around with no coat 'cause my seats is hot
f**k buyin a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm gettin high
Or either with my niggas at the firing range
While y'all clown niggas keep joking, and get treated like ashes
I clip y'all off and keep smokin

(Chorus) 
I don't care who you with, or who you get
Or what you got, all a that'll get you shot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
 
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
I don't care who you with, or who you get
Or what you got, all a that'll get you shot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot

Ay yo, I got a lotta sh*t on my chest, 
and niggas wanna put more on it
So I gotta put on my vest
You got grazed in the head so that mean you was duckin
Seen my shades by your bed so that mean I was f**kin
While you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for nothin
All in ya honey, walkin 'round countin ya money
Holdin ya stacks, in the closet loadin ya gats
Feedin ya kers (?), skeetin all over ya furs
Right before your as* come home I'm peelin the tar
And have the shorties like, 'Damn, Jay willied the car'
I'm like God, 'cause y'all can't touch me or see me
But y'all know I'm there and y'all know that y'all need me
New five wagon, with the old Bebe's
And I'm an old G so I listen to old CD's
My rocks is so rippy
If you was watchin arms in a party, you won't skip me
I'm like a nigga in jail waitin, so come get me
But if the job ain't done quickly and done swiftly, 
you catchin one-fifty
Cross your face, then I bang you in the stomach
And make sure I go in your pockets after you vomit
If that ain't good enough, I'm a light things up
'Cause they love me in the hood, I'm like the ice cream truck
Nigga, this is to the general public
When you hear the name Jadakiss nigga, ain't nothin above it
f**k it

(Chorus) 2x