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Olivia:
Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
We, We don't give a fk about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfkas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my come threw
Ya'll little motherfkas ain't gangster, gangster
50 Cent:
Yeah
I come creepin' through your hood in the day or the night, boy
Its good that you ain't scared to die cuz you might, boy
nigg*r 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 in the whip A.K. banana clip
Wartime, frontline, nigg*r 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 fk about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfkas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my come threw
Ya'll little motherfkas ain't gangster, gangster
Tony Yayo:
Yeah Yeah
In the hood when I pop up
Minked up and wrapped up
ice grill cause hes old G's is washed up
I got a left like Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
keen but they sweeted it; cookies and cream
Homie I got more blocks than Hakim the dream
That ain't task force money, thats Gun police
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62
nigg*r 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 fk about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfkas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my come threw
Ya'll little motherfkas ain't gangster, gangster
Lloyd Banks:
I got a crew o' schizos 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 theyll be feeding you jell-o
Like you Bill Cosby
Yeah everybody yelling (yeah) so the beef cooks
And somebody gets h*t in the melon
Then they tell em don't go tongue-lashing wit Lloyd
'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 fk, mashin' with buck
Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk
Olivia:
We, We don't give a fk about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfkers ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my come threw
Ya'll little motherfkers ain't gangster, gangster
Oeh
