I Don’t Give a f*ck lyrics

(Verse 1: Styles P)
Hustle hard just to keep these streets locked
b*tch, I'ma D-Block gangster, the one off Keith lock
Ryde or die n*gga that'll let that heat pop
I go through walls, and y'all just sh*t rock
You don't want your head in a bandage
I'm gunnin for bread, you don't wanna be part of the sandwich
I'm eating n*ggas food, thought they harder than can b*tch
OG sh*t stomp out their bandanas
Pressure bust pipes, n*ggas asked if they fam lived
n*ggas don't give a f*ck when they bustin them hammers
I don't care if you dolo or with your set
I just know your head is comin off with your neck
You can catch me smoking a bag and I don't throw signs
But if, n*ggas cross the line they gettin chocked with their flags
And the hood know I'm on some bullsh*t
You don't tempt P to wild out and empty out no full clip
Lock that strap, two guns up
In my black fatigue suit with my white sox hat
I kill your whole block b*tch my life's like that
The hardest in New York cuz I'm nice like that
I use my knuckles to break jaws, the hawk'll put a
Hole in your torso and you know what the eigth's for
Headshots only
It's far from the flinstones but you better believe it's bed rock homie
[Chorus: Styles P]
I don't give a f*ck never have never will
My only concern is how to live it up
I don't give a f*ck, y'all could all get it so
If it's going down know that I ain't givin up
I don't give a f*ck, that's how the hood is
Ask me what's good I say two guns up
I don't give a f*ck, sh*tty ass attitude
Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up

(Verse 2: Sheek Louch)
I don't stop til the casket drop
Moms is pop, face not showin like a number that's blocked
Unavailable, run in your crib
We the new york pirates of the f*ckin caribb', motherf*cka
The barrel 'bout as long as a flute
Left hand on my wrist, the impact make it bend when I shoot
So I get low, one binocular, like the opera
b*tch is gettin hit unless the n*gga lay on top of her
Real talk, my bars and my flow
Is the sharpest thing next to a hawk, get a fault
Eat with your n*gga
Don't compete with your n*gga
'cause it's love til the heat hit you n*gga
Feel me, same jeans on for ten days
My re-up is heavy, your stash bout as light as a pen weighs
If you don't want your side out
Just stay home, when the real n*ggas ride out, hide out
'cause if I'm involved with it
I ain't comin to scrap
I'm pullin up with my sh*t on my lap
And I don't mean hands together when I say I'ma clap
Don't be fools my guns can close down schools
With enough blood to fill up pools
Ayo P, who you want to lay down
I can see these lil n*ggas movin up, like a ultrasound
When it pull off, I spin em around that's for you
[Chorus: Styles P]
I don't give a f*ck never have never will
My only concern is how to live it up
I don't give a f*ck, y'all could all get it so
If it's going down know that I ain't givin up
I don't give a f*ck, that's how the hood is
Ask me what's good I say two guns up
I don't give a f*ck, sh*tty ass attitude
Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up

(Verse 3: Jadakiss)
I seen it I did it I claimed
Dreamt about it and became it
One blue steel, one stainless
I'ma D-block provider, although I do play a big part as a ryder
All my bullets move around when they inside ya
And n*ggas been foul since the days of Elijah
Yeah, the coke is garbage, the prices is unreal
Feds hittin n*ggas with flat bids for gun sales
It ain't a game neither, they givin RICO to the gang leaders
Tell you the truth to hit a bank sweeter
I got it mapped out
I got the game in a choke hold and I ain't lettin go til y'all tap out
And this here, is a bonus rap
n*ggas is wired but everybody phone is tapped
Every word that come out your face will come out in the case
Slow a lotta n*ggas down, get 'em out of the race
It's either hold water or you holdin' a quarter
Takin' a chance, of never again holdin your daughter
Least you could do is send 'em a kite
Since it's Ramadan I only kill n*ggas at night
Either the barrel of the gun or the tip of the knife
Go head and beg for your life
So I can hurry up and ship you to Christ
Devoted, committed, by any means necessary
Do whatever for me and my n*ggas to get it
[Chorus: Styles P]
I don't give a f*ck never have never will
My only concern is how to live it up
I don't give a f*ck, y'all could all get it so
If it's going down know that I ain't givin up
I don't give a f*ck, that's how the hood is
Ask me what's good I say two guns up
I don't give a f*ck, sh*tty ass attitude
Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up