We Don’t Give A f*ck lyrics

[Chorus: Olivia]
We, we don't give a f*ck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherf*ckers ain't gang-ster, save your
Crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n*ggas come through
Y'all lil' motherf*ckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in the day or the night boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
n*gga cross the line, and my wolves'll 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'll do
Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
Four n*ggas in a whip, AK banana clip
War time, frontline, n*gga ride or run and hide
Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry
Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street

[Chorus: Olivia]
We, we don't give a f*ck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherf*ckers ain't gang-ster, save your
Crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n*ggas come through
Y'all lil' motherf*ckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
n*ggas ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
n*ggas scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream
That ain't taskforce money, that's real police
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two
n*gga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans

[Chorus: Olivia & Lloyd Banks]
We, we don't give a f*ck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherf*ckers ain't gang-ster, save your
Crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n*ggas come through (Uh)
Y'all lil' motherf*ckers ain't gang (Uh) -ster, (Uh, Banks) gang-ster

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami, (Woo!) try me
And your mami'll be right in the lobby
And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby (Heh ha)
Yeah everybody yellin' (Yeah), so the beef cook
Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin' (Uh)
Don't go tongue lashin with Lloyd (Uh-uh)
n*ggas'll put stabs in your boy like Brad did in Troy (Yeah!)
Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy (Uh)
And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy (Uh)
Yeah I'm flashy as f*ck (Uh huh)
Mashin with Buck
Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?
[Chorus: Olivia]
We, we don't give a f*ck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherf*ckers ain't gang-ster, save your
Crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n*ggas come through
Y'all lil' motherf*ckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster