We Don't Care Lyrics - Big Punisher

Yeah, the foundation, LGP 

Latin's goin' platinum baby 

Yeah yeah, yeah 

Year 2000, Terror Squadians, Terror Squad 

You won't like me when I'm angry 

We rock the party and 

I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry 

Yeah, yeah, yeah Terror Squadians 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

We rock the party and 

Yeah! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun 

My fuckin' brother, makin' motherfuckers run for cover 

The number runner son, I'm nothin' but a hustler 

Burnin' rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler 

Shut the fuck up! Bust a slug through your jugular 

Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs, never front on us 

T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby 

So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. navy 

You ain't crazy, laid up in the club like what? 

With all the ladies, showin' us nothin' but love 

Guzzlin' 80, proof to truth, straight to the gut 

In a Mercedes, Coupe fucked up doin' a buck 

If jakes chase me, I'm cuttin' off trucks, pressin' my luck 

It's all gravy, puffin' the blunt, blazin' it up 

Maybe you hate me, 'cause your baby mom's on my nuts 

She wanna rape me just because I'm sexy as fuck, so nigga what? 

Tear the club up 'cause we don't care 

Everybody strip, yeah we don't care 

Shoot the place up yeah, we don't care, nuh-ah 

We don't care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh! 

Yeah, we don't care, T Squaders 

Yeah, we don't care, fuck you nigga 

Nah we don't care, nuh-ah 

We don't care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh! 

Yo, I'm livin' in mansions, give me the Spanish props 

I got to have it 

Loadin' and bustin' a mac, did shit in the past 

Was grabbin' the girls on they asses 

Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls 

'Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws 

My trigger got no heart nigga, I'm blowin apart liver 

And holdin' the glocks, call to the cops, blowin' the spot 

Baby better head for the hills, my niggaz wild for the night 

My lead ready to peel this shit really real 

My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill 

My dick quick to kill, we fittin' to ill 

No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers 

Sour the grapes for those opposin' the Squaders 

Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama 

I'ma keep it funky for homies livin' tomorrow 

You fuckin' with scholars, street knowledge 

Carter kids stuck to the projects 

Go ahead keep checkin that mall 

And me and Cuban gon' keep doublin' our chips 

Keep talkin' that dumb shit like you want it 

Yeah when are you gonna buck shit 

[Incomprehensible] this mug shit 02.15 

Tear the club up 'cause we don't care 

Everybody strip, yeah we don't care 

Shoot the place up, we don't care, nuh-ah 

We don't care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh! 

Now we don't care, T Squaders 

Now we don't care, fuck you nigga 

We don't care, nuh-ah 

We don't care, nuh-ah! We don't care!! Nahhhahh! 

Yeah, Big punisher 

Cuban link, Terror Squad 

Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way 

Anything goes 

The code of the streets, what what?