We Don't Give A Fuck

(альбом: The Naked Truth - 2005)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
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 thugging, thugging, we thugging
Honey girl Queen B double E-E
I'm heating up in oven, no bitch is coming like me
We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks
Can't find you laying, my fam is not playing
Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money
You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane
We coming like the Taliban, popping like a collar man
Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate
You faggot niggaz telling, when we see you we be yelling

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[Verse 2: Bun B]
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
Running deep with money and jewelery and holding 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 we knock 'em off
Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off
It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T
Holding it down for K-I-M, repping for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch

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[Verse 3: Twista]
Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it coming up off the dust
Think it's funny 'til he coming up out the club
Gonna getcha money when I'm coming up out the cut
If I catch a nigga slipping, 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 balling
Nigga yes ya'll 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 coming 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

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