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WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK FT. 50 CENT, BANKS, OLIVIA

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

50

I come through your hood in the day or the night, boy
good that you ain't scared to die 'cause you might, boy
Nigger cross the line and my wolves jump on you
The beef escalate, they'll be back to on you
They follow orders. I tell 'em to let off pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah, see I know you chumps will do
Sunny day; hot fudge, vanilla, split
Four in the whip A.K. banana clip
Wartime, frontline, nigger ride or and hide
Everything alive dies Why X why, why
Man up chump is for the weak
You can hold own or get left for dead in the street

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

Tony

Yeah

In the when I pop up
Minked up and up
Niggers ice cause he's old G's is washed up
I got a like winky right
My bright, my bank carter ain't your life
Niggers keen but they it; cookies and cream
Homie I got more then Hakim the dream
ain't task force money, that's Go-Ho-Lee
I got my reds sit in the ally with that fiend
Cruising streets, stuntin in that 62
Nigger run my 4 for 62, come on
up ramp, my man, my plans to
Try to trixing you to catscans

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

Lloyd

I got a few schizo's me
I give no to wet your whole block up
Like the dry me
If your mommy will be right in the
And be feeding you jell-o
Like you Bill
Yeah everybody yelling yeah so the cooks
And somebody gets hit in the
Then they tell 'em go tumble ass you ain't Lloyd
Niggers will put stabs in your boy like Pitt in troy
You'll be shaking like a with his last bit of boy
And I'll be calm 'cause bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck a buck
Windows up big cause the stash in the trunk

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

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