Tony Yayo (feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Olivia) "We Don't Give A Fuck"
Альбом:
Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
Olivia:
Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
We, We don't give a fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggers come threw Ya'll little motherfuckers 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 cuz you might, boy Nigger cross the line and my wolves will jump on you The beef escalade, 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 high 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 fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggers come threw Ya'll little motherfuckers 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 fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggers come threw Ya'll little motherfuckers 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 ass 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 cuz it's bulletproof glass in the toy Yeah I'm flashy as fuck a national buck Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk
Olivia:
We, We don't give a fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggers come threw Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster