We Don't Give A F*** Lyrics

WE DON'T GIVE A f**k FT. 50 CENT, LLOYD BANKS, OLIVIA

Olivia:

Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh

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

50 Cent:

Yeah

I come trippin' through your hood in the day or the night, boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die 'cause you might, boy
Nigger cross the line and my wolves will jump on you
The beef escalate, 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, nigger ride or running and hide
Everything alive dies Why X why, why cry?
Man up chump willying is for the weak
You can hold your own or get left for dead in the street

Olivia:

We, We don't give a f**k about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherf**kers ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggers come threw
Ya'll little motherf**kers 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 right
My pinky bright, my bank carter ain't your life
Niggers keen but they sweated it; cookies and cream
Homie I got more blocks then Hakim the dream
That ain't task force money, that's Go-Ho-Lee
I got my reds sit in the ally with that fiend Denise
Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62
Nigger run my dope 4 for 62, come on
up ramp, my man, my plans to expand
Try to trixing you hooks to catscans

Olivia:

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

Lloyd Banks:

I got a few schizo's behind me
I give no word to wet your whole block up
Like the tsunami dry me
If 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 tumble a*s you ain't Lloyd
Niggers will 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 'cause it's bulletproof gla*s in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as f**k a national buck
Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk

Olivia:

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

Oeh

Tony Yayo - Thoughts of a Predicate Felon

Aug 2005

1. Intro
2. Homicide
3. It Is What It Is
4. Tattle Teller
5. So Seductive
6. Eastside Westside
7. Drama Setter
8. We Don't Give A F***
9. Pimpin
10. Curious
11. I'm So High
12. Love My Style
13. Project Princess
14. G-S***
15. I Know You Don't Love Me
16. Dear Suzie
17. Live By The Gun