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Artist: Drag-On, Fiend
Album: Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Three: In the 'R' We Trust
Song: We Don't Give a fck
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com
Drag-On
Yeah, yeah, Volume Three
Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh
I ain't got no more respect for these , uh-uh
Icepick, where the fk your knife at?
Now who the fk wanna ryde with this gangsta nigg*, thug nigg*
.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, fk a gat, I use a knife
Keep my d*ck 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 f*gg*ts never knuckled up before, b*tch
Chorus 2X: Fiend
We don't give a fk 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 motherfkin 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' as* quick, put a apple on the tip
Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this s**t
wanna look at my chest, nigg* 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 and get 'em live
then let my toast, put the ghost in and watch it rise
Yeah I look out for my , but I'm not a town hero
When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero
I'm the reason jumpin out of buildings, s**t
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 motherfker, we runnin this s**t
Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin and s**t, b*tch
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 'll get y'all back, love is love
Cause we all family and nigg* blood is blood
I never back down, I put backs on grounds
that'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown
Man fcK 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 kick open the door like *BOOM*
Chorus - 2X