We Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: We Don'T Give A Fuck
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): K Jones, D Lockings, Bernard James Freeman, T Lovelace, Carl Mitchell

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Lyric:
Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL
Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath
We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin', honey girl Queen B double E-E
I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me

We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for y'all punks
Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'
Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money

You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane
We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man
Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate
You faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin'

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock
Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked
I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town
Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down

Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S
My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest
My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest
Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this

We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go and knock 'em off
Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off
It's B U N for U G K, straight up out that B A T
Holdin' it down for K I M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust
Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club
Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut
If I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shit

Then I snatch that chain
When he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his ends
And his Benz, make him cash that train
Come out the dark and get the lights on, turn together, get it up

Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck
I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'
Nigga yes y'all then I gotta get a piece of that
Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm

Well, come over hear I got a little heat for that
AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump
Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip
And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk

Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves
And duct tape I can get what I want
Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches
We don't give a fuck

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

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They Don'T Give A Fuck About Us - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: They Don'T Give A Fuck About Us
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): E.D.I. Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Johnny Jackson, Napoleon Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Malcolm Greenidge, Kastro Young Noble

Lyric:
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
'Cause once u look at it
You know
(You really do)

They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us

Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Some say niggaz is hard headed
'Cause we love to trick
Equipped with game
So we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you trying to hide
Hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You still a member of the hopeless

See ya black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds
Look it
Cops are just as crooked
As the niggas they chasin'
Lookin' for role models
Our father figures is bases

Some say they expect Illuminati
Take my body to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shortys
Just as rowdy as me
Before I flee computer chips
I gotta deal with brothers flippin'
I don't see no devils bleedin'
Only black blood drippin'

We can change
Whatcha now say?
I'm watchin' niggaz work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes to switch places with the bustas on top
I'm bustin' shots make the world stop
They don't give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did 'cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons dawg
I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you

Or them five mouths you forced to feed
Not including yourself
All you want is what they perceiving as greed
So as you loaded up that Mack and continue to buck 'em
I was on paper, thinking they don't give a fuck about us

I'm seeing it clearer
Hating the picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior
So why the fuck these devils fear ya?
I'm watching my nation die genocide the 'cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls

I told ya last album, we need help 'cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us advance 'cause we trying
Ignored my whole plea, watching us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Now all my homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit,nobody else could give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down
Six-feet deep in the cut

What the fuck done went wrong
How long will I be mourned?
When I'm gone, same song
Ain't gave a fuck all along
And who am I to blame em?
Just do or die through the rainin'
Since they don't give a fuck
I don't feel what I'm saying?

Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic
Or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times
We busted like bubbles
With the police
This nation's peace sent here to run you

Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck

You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
'Cause half of my niggas, long gone
Buried in the dirt just for trying
Sometimes I think my block is dying
And that it's awful
To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool

I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin
Seein' me upside down, backwards, head twisted
While I'm layin' in the coffin
The shit comes around so often
So tell me something
Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'

Nigga I been so through pain go through the struggle
Doin' the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin'
On the edge of straight bustin'
Well since you don't give a fuck
I'll be frontin'
And I'm a drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin'

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

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I Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - Nature

Title: I Don'T Give A Fuck
Artist: Nature
Composer(s): J Baxter, T Riley

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Lyric:
I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you page me
I don't even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
Is you jumpin' it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

I got a whole 'lotta problems that I gotta resolve
Like 4 in the mornin' I get anonymous calls
They let it ring once, they let it ring twice
Damm, it rang twelve times, chickens ain't right
Cussin' like a sailor, fuckin' in trailors
Photoshoots, niggas did it and told me the head was much realer
Shouldn't have did it boo, you shouldn't have did it boo
Now you forgettin' exactly how many niggas you did it too
Cut you off, shit's critical, gimme my space
I admit, I was the one that made the silly mistakes
The Fifty state roamer
Had to throw the fake on her
Heavyweight, ringside seats in Nate's corner
Wait for her, it might take days
But back home's where the fight takes place
Punches and scratches
Headlocks and hatchets
Screamin' at the top of her lungs, this bitch is spazzin'
Comin' at ya, whats up with that shit?

I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you page me
I don't even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
Is you jumpin' it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

Hugs turn to kisses, kisses turn to intercourse
Engagement, marriage, then divorce
Devellish acts, sinnin' thoughts
Secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
Let her know who the fuck she wit'
Like any Man unless he's whipped
A messy script leads to domestic disputes
All your friends gettin' caught in our beef 'cause they thought it was
Cute
Dressin' in suits, I used to get you from work
Checked your feelings, even flipped on you first
Stripped down your purse
One night I found your phonebook
Hidin' spots, look in all the places you thought I won't look
Never said shit, but dead shit immediate
Ripped out the numbers that I needed to rip
Heated quick, did what I had to do
Sat her down, she flipped it around, looked in my eyes and quickly
Caught this attitude

I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you page me
I don't even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
Is you jumpin' it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

Some nights you might talk in your sleep, pig Latin
Drunk, the next mornin' actin' like I didn't happen
Should I cheat? give me reasonable doubt
Is the next Man trickin' on you? huh? is he eatin' you out?
You're poppin' up with mysterious gifts
When I ask you just laugh, brushin' off the seriousness
There's nothin' worse than a curious bitch
With some nosey friends
Six deep in a old BM
Pushin' it to the limit
Ripped up seats with cushion in it
Change on the rug
She give brains to all the thugs
While she drives, somethin' called dangerous love
Got a airbag on both sides, no lie
Doin' shit the average hoes don't try
Wanna know why I'll never leave you?
You're intelligent, young, and evil
The definition of a real bitch, some'll G you
Come and see you like "Next!"
Right after their ex

I don't give a fuck about your Girlfriends
I don't give a fuck about your Man boo
I don't give a fuck about your friends
And your friends ain't shit, and sometimes I can't understand you
I don't even know why you page me
I don't even know if I can trust you
Yo, is you jumpin' it off?
Is you jumpin' it off?
If not then keepin' movin' bitch, fuck you

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Bitch Be A Ho - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: Bitch Be A Ho
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Rahman Griffin, Jermaine Dupri, Ernesto Shaw, Theophilus Coakley

Lyric:
What!

Now all my niggas say what, we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a bitch be a ho
Now all my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough

Now all my niggas say what, we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a bitch be a ho
Now all my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough

All the niggas fuckin' in between, be the the main man
Never get stuck on the scene without a game plan, understand
I went from pop lock into tops droppin'
To one of the reasons why the day parties keep rockin'
No stoppin' niggas is like and shorty from the south keep fuckin' it up
I'm the glitter and the gliss of this industry makin' hits
How ya'll remember me

Niggas dream to be like this one here JD type cat don't dissappear
I'm the J to the E, R to the M A-I-N-E, got so many
Bitches I should set up shop bettin' against me
Please! my bank don't stop
I come through, bumpin' Clue, with a 7-5-0
Screamin', I gots to have it, I love the dough

Now all my niggas say what, we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a bitch be a ho
Now all my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough

Now all my niggas say what, we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a bitch be a ho
Now all my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough

Nobody wanna fuck with the R.O.C. young G from the streets
And he's banned from T.V nobody said life was easy
Out on the block I got shot and nobody came to see me
Back on my feet packed my heat got back in the beef
Blazed it up are ya muthafuckas lookin' for me raized it up
And now they see I'm makin' rap songs
All I ask is my real dogs smash on

I said yea and ya don't stop 'cuz its a 1-8-7 when ya fuck wit R.O.C.!
I said yea and ya don't quit
I'm comin' live from the bricks wit the gangsta shit
All my niggas on the corner at the end of the block
In front of the stores, shakin' my dick at the lady cop shakin' my clip
Till the hats drop and I'm in a drop-top
Bumpin' down ya block and I'm dumpin'

Now all my niggas say what, we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a bitch be a ho
Now all my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough

Now all my niggas say what, we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a bitch be a ho
Now all my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough

I seen a lot of niggas go down the wrong path
And I learned from they mistakes
How to keep cash in this world it's snakes, I don't care, I don't break
Pushin' Benz, 'cuz a nigga know how to create on and on like a jeep go
Any nigga standin' in my way of my papers, automatically fonito
Suckin' on the end of Rosco pico's trained to name
Deleted from the muthafuckin' game
Ain't no mo shoppin' through the glass

Beggin' for ass if it ain't 1st class I let it pass
Ya'll that don't got it talkin' all that trash
Tryin' to play tough ya'll when ya really bitch-ass
I'm the cream of the crop the dream of the top
I'm the one they come and see when they don't want it to stop
I'm the bass, the snare, the one that don't care
Rip shit the fuck up then I'm outta here

Now all my niggas say what, we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a bitch be a ho
Now all my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough

Now all my niggas say what, we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a bitch be a ho
Now all my niggas say what we don't give a fuck
Gotta let a nigga stack dough

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We Don'T Give A - Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

Title: We Don'T Give A
Album: Ghetto Fabolous
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): J Jackson, A Colon

Lyric:
Sick mothafuckers, go head, throw up nigga
Yeah, yeah, okay, I know you punk, I know, I know

If you wanna have smaller digits
The kid was never, a playa hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
Okay, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor?

I'm like you except I date supermodels
The cars that I drive, the state troopers follow
We get the same parties probably
My stones look like sunshine, yours probably cloudy
And I dont front for nothin'
I likes, I gets, I want for nothin'
I'm givin' ya straight answers
And I'd rather be dead than livin' wit hate cancer

Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck
Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck

I just used to post on the corner, roast marijuana
I'd be on the coast of Tawanna
Bitches who look, close to Madonna
And Dosie cabanna, toast by a nana
I 'posed to be wanna of those dudes ridin' in Testaroastas upon ya
Not the [Incomprehensible] but I'm gonna
I keep toastin' the armor
For niggaz who supposed to be drama

I mostly just wanna, get fed garlic toast and lasagna
Get head while I'll roast in a sawna
F A B O L O U S, how can you hate that?
And I ain't concerned with the scandals
'Cause it's all bullshit my attroneys can handle
Ya insides be burnin' like candles
Rippin' down posters, turnin' the channels
You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yeah

Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck
Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck

I look at these brothers and laugh
Jealous niggas don't hate havin', just others that have
I still got love for the ave
Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math
I speak on others behalf, only hate makin' money
And gotta give the government half
You know this brother live last
And not even Mike seen Jordans in the colors I have

I used to run from undercovers like Shaft
That was until this young playa got shoved into the draft
Now I'm covered in ice, like Bruce Lee's body
Niggas is scared, to lose these hotties
Talk if you wanna talk, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck nigga
Front if you wanna front, try if you wanna die
If you live it's luck nigga

Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck
Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck

Say what you wanna say, talk if you wanna talk
We don't give a fuck
Look how you wanna look, grill if you wanna grill
We don't give a fuck
Act how you wanna act, front if you wanna front
We don't give a fuck
Live how you wanna live, try if you wanna die
We don't give a fuck

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Damn (Remix) - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Damn (Remix)
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Jeffrey Grigsby, Cedrick Leonard, Jonathan H Smith, Sean Joseph, Craig D Love, Robert W Iii Mc Dowell

Lyric:
Okay, okay, okay
This Sean Paul, Lil Jon
J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy

It's A-Town
(105 road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town, Attic Crew you already know
(East side for dem hoes)
Lil John, East side Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul
Let me tell ya like dis here boy
(Let's go)

They callin' me to come back to the streets
Sean P. A.K.A Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They comin' whole they livin' in the month of February

Okay then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in tha door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T I C
It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me

Bitch I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold feelin'
It's Youngbloodz A-Town

Malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John, he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be

Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder

'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash alcohol

And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt

Oh, you fo' sho' with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit, me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

'Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with shake 'em off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rookie don't be surprised

We buckin' blowin' killa and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

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Damn! (Pitbull Remix) - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Damn! (Pitbull Remix)
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Jeffrey Grigsby, Cedrick Leonard, Jonathan H Smith, Sean Joseph, Craig D Love, Robert W Iii Mc Dowell

Lyric:
Okay, okay, okay
This Sean Paul, Lil Jon
J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy

It's A-Town
(105 road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town, Attic Crew you already know
(East side for dem hoes)
Lil John, East side Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul
Let me tell ya like dis here boy
(Let's go)

They callin' me to come back to the streets
Sean P. A.K.A Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They comin' whole they livin' in the month of February

Okay then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in tha door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T I C
It ain't a hoe out there fo' real who don't know 'bout me

Bitch I'm fo' sho' wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold feelin'
It's Youngbloodz A-Town

Malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John, he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be

Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin' to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder

'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash alcohol

And dawg I'm not the one that you really just wanna clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you gon' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt

Oh, you fo' sho' with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit, me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick

'Cuz at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with shake 'em off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that U-Way so rookie don't be surprised

We buckin' blowin' killa and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck, hey

Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit

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Just Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: Just Don'T Give A Fuck
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
Woah, I get your hands in the air, and get to clappin' 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez, the brothers representin' the dirty dozen
I be the F R O, the double G
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin', dirty dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open
I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then

My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the puddin', just ask the Shawn Holman
I'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac
I just don't give a fuck
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck

I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone
I'm everlasting, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'
Flavor with no seasonin', this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols

But I form like Voltron
And blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials
Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion
Pathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac
I just don't give a fuck
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck

Somebody let me out this limousine
I'm a caged demon
On stage screamin' like Rage Against The Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin' the jaw, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes

In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems
Got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' 'Fuck the world' like Tupac
I just don't give a fuck
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck

Hey, fuck that
Outsidaz, Pace One, Young Zee

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I Just Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: I Just Don'T Give A Fuck
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
Woah, a get your hands in the air and get to clappin' 'em
And like, back and forth because, ah
This is what you thought it wasn't
It beez the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F R O, the double G
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer

You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open
I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin' dope then

My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic
(Hi, Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet, 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass

Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the puddin', just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the World" like Tupac
I just don't give a fuck
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck

So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck

I'm Nicer than Pete but I'm on a Search to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin'

Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols

But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials
(Bye, bye )
Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion
Pathological liar, blowin' shit out of proportion

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin' trash can
With more holes than an Afghan

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the World" like Tupac
I just don't give a fuck
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck

So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck

Somebody let me out this limousine
(Hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon on stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin' up while this record is spinnin'
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion

Fuck droppin' the jewel, I'm flippin' the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin' style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes

In school I never said much, too busy havin' a headrush
Doin' too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team

Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me
Snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home but I don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin' "Fuck the World" like Tupac
I just don't give a fuck
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuck

So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuck
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
'Cause I just don't give a fuck

Hey, fuck that
Outsidaz
Pace One
Young Zee

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Catch Up (Incognegro Album) - Lyrics - Incognegro - Ludacris

Title: Catch Up (Incognegro Album)
Album: Incognegro
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, Christopher Bria Bridges, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll bend you when I get you
I'ma sit you down then take it to the mental and essential and clown

Every chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin

And if ya tell me stop drinkin' I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

And dare ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and twats
Placin' big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' don't stop
Just drop more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' catch up

All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Somethin' that I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need, run up in the club
And blow a motherfucker til he bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out

Or the club get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life
Love the light, love to write, love the mic
So take a drag, grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it catch up

All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster
Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest
Disturbing the peace

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Catch Up (Back For The First Time Album) - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: Catch Up (Back For The First Time Album)
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, Christopher Bria Bridges, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now, let me be quite Frank 'cause I'm that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drink and I'm steady smokin' buddah
I do the evil that'll bend you when I get you
I'ma sit you down then take it to the mental and essential and clown

Every chance I get, bitch I'm hit not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer, shit, I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin

And if ya tell me stop drinkin' I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll, shake and shiver
With some blacked out lungs and a fucked up liver

All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Ey yo, I do this for bluntheads and whinos, steward Ave. Homes
Niggaz from G-Ro committed to slangin' blo, doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the AC Legend, runnin' wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's like Hank Aaron, then'll smoke a L, bust shells

And dare ya to tell, walk up in the club, pretty thug
Fucked up off head shots, sippin' Courvoisier watchin' hoes
Drop it like it's hot, shakin' tits and twats
Placin' big face 20's and cock, loadin' clips and glocks

Knowin' we got the haters hot, the ballin' don't stop
Just drop more G's on drink and drugs
Live it up young nigga 'cause it's gon' catch up

All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Now, wit the help of Hen and Coke, I grab my pen and pad and wrote
Somethin' that I knew was dope and represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit mo lines than chopped coke
Ey yo it's 2-0 I'm Eastside's King but I'm a writer with a twist of Amaretto

My shit even come out better, grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need, run up in the club
And blow a motherfucker til he bleed
Could it be an Icehouse put his lights out

Or the club get closed out, if it's hoes out I show out
Call Tyheed get Dro'd out, there's no doubt I love my life
Love the light, love to write, love the mic
So take a drag, grab a bag and match up
Hennessey and bad weed, believe me it catch up

All this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck
But some niggaz just really don't give a fuck

And all this drinkin' gon' catch up
And all this smokin' gon' catch up
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck
But some bitches just really don't give a fuck

Get it right, Ludacris, F.A.T.E. Fullster
Infamous 2-0, ATL
We are the dirty south's dirtiest
Disturbing the peace

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In Your Dreams - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: In Your Dreams
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Patrick L Brown, Nathaniel Iii Irvin, Raymon Ameer Murray, Antwan Patton, Michael Santiago Render, Janelle Monae Robinson, Rico R Wade

Lyric:
We spend summer dreaming
When we could be leaving

Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)

Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)

The moon is now my sun and my nights are now my days
Nocturnal creature by habit, Bruce Wayne know what I mean
I mean I'm in between sunset and sunrise
That's a dawn type a nigga for the home invasion surprise prise

Motherfucker, pow pow! Lay the fuck down now
Now naw, don't try and talk your way out
Because I'm usually non-violent, positively vibin'
But every now and then you got a nigga wanna try ya

Why? I don't know, I don't even understand it
But it's simply overstood how you really 'pose to hand it
Pardon me one moment, I just went off on a tangent

We spend summer dreaming
When we could be leaving

Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)

Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)

Typical day off in the A, aye
But nicks on the Chevrolet, aye
Nigger wanna rob okay, okay
Way Stan is way late, aye

Keep lookin' at me with a gangster grill
And I'm gonna give yo' ass a gangster spill
That's a little piece of lead, taken to the head
That nigger ain't live, that nigger there dead

Taken dirt naps, sleepin' with the fishes
Done like dishes, it's a wrap like Christmas
Big Boi, you say the word I'll make these niggers' dreams a nightmare
I will bust they motherfuckin' head

We spend summer dreaming
When we could be leaving

Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)

Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)

You're ridin', killin'
Feelin', straight chillin'
Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up

We roastin', boastin'
Flowin', straight coastin'
Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
That's the way it is

Keep spinnin', we grinnin'
Binnin', straight pimpin'
Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up

An' we knowin', holdin'
Showin', controllin'
Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up

We spend summer dreaming
When we could be leaving

Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)

Out here whilin', don't give a fuck
See you when the sun come up
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)
(I guess I'll catch you in your dream)

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I Don'T Give A Fuck - Lyrics - Az

Title: I Don'T Give A Fuck
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, M Curry, Damian Blyden

Lyric:
I was destined to come, yeah
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(Quiet money for life)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(The society game returns)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

Urban wars, I was destined to come
(Dream Team, baby)
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(Fall back y'all)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(I don't give a fuck)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

I'm known global, blooded out pimp by coastal
Rap mobile, low key, anti-social
Smoke gray timbs, criss fade, wave to sin
White Denali, teared it up, flagrant rims

I'm no thief, I live by the code of the streets
I hold heat but no need to go in the deep
Don for real with the same Gotti traumata pill
Von O Niel, embraced by the arms of the ill

Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore
Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin' the law?
Live or not, I'm one half divide the block
And I can show you how to take cash and bribe the cops

And from the bars to the backyards, alleys and aves
Subtract, divide, add up, tally the math
Stand direct, for dolo demand respect
Hand solo, sit back and watch the plans connect
You heard

I was destined to come
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

I was destined to come
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

I rock coogies but need fatigues, holdin' the cock oozie
The block school me, cuties drop your doobies
It's on now, some claim I'm wrong but how?
Been indited so watch, rhyme, pull on my trial

Blow with me, I'm like the life of that old 50
I dose quickly, moves is so shifty
Days been broke, on corners with them trays of Coke
It was the dirty hustle money that raised my folks

Tights from jail, few nigas might see bail
It's kinda foul when you watch nigga's wifies tell
Flip-on who? I still wore wrist on blue
Y'all know my style, MIA but I miss y'all too

Tryin' to remain breathin', hot blocks never change seasons
Bodies get caught for the strangest reasons
Breathe the smoke and time for me is needed to Coke
Won't stop till I stack it all and flee the coast

I was destined to come
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

I was destined to come
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

So now I toast, to all my close niggas that's ghost
Y'all know the sos, only soft niggas worry the most
Come and get me, niggas, I'm nasty like Ken Griffy
Nigga is sissies, I bought some men with me

Wait 'til the heny' hit me, hope that sin lift me
Never smile, style is wild, only grin strictly
Your main supplier, for days in the same attire
Sat and watch nigga, used to get again, expire

Deep in thought, spit it like a street report
I rep alone still I stand without no feet support
Fuck the threats, I rip necks of suckin' a tech
Either that or ice picks stuck in your neck

I play different, I put a work stay consistent
Love paper, plus a nigga praise commitment
Dead the jokes, I'm near when the bread get boast
So fuck me, ask your bitch who get head the most

I was destined to come
(You heard?)
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(Y'all niggas want? It's on)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(It's time to y'all get it)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs
(The God has returned)

I was destined to come
(BK don)
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(So-ci, visualiza)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs
(This is quiet money for life)

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Getcha Groove On (Remix By Premier) - Lyrics - New Old Songs - Limp Bizkit

Title: Getcha Groove On (Remix By Premier)
Album: New Old Songs
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Wesley Louden Borland, Leor Dimant, William Frederick Durst, Alvin Joiner, John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers

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Lyric:
Yes, millennium, Limp Bizkit, X to the Z, yeah
Bringin' it live to you an' yours
Ladies and gentlemen
My homeboy, yo, get at 'em, dog

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

Don't you treat me like a toy, kid, do you enjoy this?
Every single second I'm alive, I'm a mess
Got these laser beam mic checks
Communicatin' through the genelec, high tech keep you on the run now

Don't wanna be that guy
Every single second I'm alive, I'm alive
I don't understand why
I got your trunk full of candy
An' your so high bumpin' off the sweetness

This is what you need
Another little piece of me inside you
'Cause you know that I'll always keep it true
An' that's exactly what I do, it's what I do, yeah, it's what I do

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

I got break neck delivery, no time for chivalry
Extraordinary ability, shit longevity
Dig deep in your soul an' find yourself
'Cause mind control could turn y'all to someone else

So fast your head'll probably spin the fuck right off
Me an' Fred about to go half on Microsoft
Them live earnin' twenty percent
Those little half assed direct hits ain't even makin' a dent

What an event, ah, hell, Xzibit an' Limp
As we attempt to bring home the championship
It's all in the risk, I'll steal lead, the league an' assist
Give me the fifth, I'm drinkin' while I'm takin' a piss, bitch

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

I got untapped material, I serial kill shit
Give me that real shit, X finish 'em off quick
Makin' your jaw split when I'm touchin' the moshpit
Constant conflict, knockin' fagots unconscious

Nauseous, raisin' the stakes, increasin' the weight
Got homies that can lay down an' lift they plate
So, quit tryin' to invade my space
Before I call for a face to face an' got to rest my case

Like this is how we do it, just recognize we keep gettin' right to it
Look into these eyes, look into these eyes
An' you'll see the size of the flames
Then you might despise the size of my game

Step the fuck back, Xzibit's on the track
You should have buckled up before your head hit the dash
You gotta hate that, a demo from an eight track
Brought me to a place where platinum comes in eight stacks, bitch

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long

You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way
So try not to be like that today
'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way

An' we don't give a fuck when we're rockin' the place
We're only givin' a fuck if your invadin' the space
So getcha, getcha your groove on
Don't keep us waitin' too long
You don't want to fuck with me today
'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way

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Niggaz My Height Don'T Fight - Lyrics - Eazy-Duz-It - Eazy E

Title: Niggaz My Height Don'T Fight
Album: Eazy-Duz-It
Artist: Eazy E
Composer(s): Bobby Ervin, Charles Singleton, Corey Lloyd

Lyric:
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack
But Mister Dopeman, Dopeman, can I get a hit?
No hoe, but you can get my duck sick

But let me finish my story as I was sayin'
I told you lil' locs ain't playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
Can't help the travellin' bunches
Now, ain't that somethin'?

Just a case a few niggaz try to trip
Bone-out, put on my skimask
And come back blastin'
'Cause niggaz my height don't fight
My name is Eazy E, you're mothafuckin' right

They must to thought I was a busta
You're wearin' your bullet proof vest, so what's next?
I got my nine fitted up with Teflon
And don't let me hit the wet bomb

So watcha wanna do?
The red, white and blue, I got something for you too
'Cause it gon' be on when I'm kickin' down my dough
So, say hello to my new 44

I'm a type of nigga that smokes mothafuckaz
I'm a type of nigga that smokes mothafuckaz
I don't give a fuck, fuck, smoke mothafuckaz
I'ma smoke mothafuckaz 'cause I'm the 'E'

So, you can kiss my black ass
Fuck the White House, it ain't my house
So, you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care
'Cause T-shirts and khakis is all I wear

I'm from the city where they show no pitty
For a punk ass mark in the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat and leave his ass for the rats

And let me hit that Cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by the L A P D K for puttin' in work out my trade
Because the President never simp, one damn dog to my residents
I'm goin' crazy like 1980, I need my ends, fuck you, pay me

Or I'ma have to get the strap, my nutty O.G., buddy Big Black
I make you shit in your pants and shake like Jello
So, tell all my homie I said, ?Hello?

I'm a type of nigga that smoke mothafuckaz
I'm a type of nigga that smoke mothafuckaz
I don't give a fuck, smoke mothafuckaz
Smoke mothafuckaz like it ain't no thang

You cant check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know
I got the strecher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
The things is hard as much bigger than a trigger

So I can show how to put in work
The Ruthless network, drive by experts
Straight outta Compton, kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a change to rust

I warned them and they still approached me
Now, I got two more Golf hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that? That's my little friend

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Smoke mothafuckaz like it ain't no thang

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