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Tony Yayo - We Don't Give A Fuck (ft. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)

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Olivia:

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We, We don't give a fuck about you 
Your homie on the block can get it too 
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster 
Save your crew 
Before I put a hit out on you 
Before I let my n****s come threw 
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster

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 
Nigger 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 niggers in the whip A.K. banana clip 
Wartime, frontline, n**** ride or running high 
Everything alive dies Why X why, why cry? 
Man up chump where we in is for the week 
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 gangster 
Save your crew 
Before I put a hit out on you 
Before I let my n****s come threw 
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster

Tony Yayo:

Yeah Yeah

In the hood when I pop up 
Minked up and wrapped up 
Niggers ice grill cause he’s old G's is washed up 
I got a left like Winky Wright 
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life 
Niggers keen but they sweeted it; cookies and cream 
Homie I got more blocks than Hakim the dream 
That ain't task force money, that’s Gun police 
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise 
Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62 
Nigger run my dope 4 for 62, come on 
A gram, my man, my plans to expand 
Try to trixing you hooks to catscans

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 gangster 
Save your crew 
Before I put a hit out on you 
Before I let my n****s come threw 
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster

Lloyd Banks:

I got a crew o' schizo’s behind me 
I give em the word to wet your whole block up 
Like the tsunami try me 
Hey 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 tell ‘em don't go tongue-lashing wit Lloyd 
Niggers'll 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' with buck 
Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk

Olivia:

We, We don't give a fuck about you 
Your homie on the block can get it too 
Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster 
Save your crew 
Before I put a hit out on you 
Before I let my n****s come threw 
Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster

Oeh