I Don't Care - Jadakiss Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Still just happy to be here, y'know? 

Funk Flex, Volume 4, let's do it 

[Jadakiss] 

Uh-huh, uhh.. 

Two thousand, what, what, yo 

I be the K-I double to the death and that's that 

If niggaz half nice, then that mean they half wack 

Aqua blue Viper, whyn't you try to pass that 

With bitches that'll snipe you where you buy your hash at 

I even give daps to niggaz I blast at 

And y'all gon' give me my ASCAP, or get your ass capped 

I take the clip out, and hit you with the back of the gun 

Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if you run 

Call me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a hater 

Give my lawyer seven then give him another three later 

Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it 

And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still undefeated 

Cause I'm tryin to be around like Boston Baked Beans 

Gave so many samples out, that it's hard to shake fiends 

Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck 

And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my checks 

And I don't want drama, but if you do I'm killin your children 

Go to any project in the world and chill in the buildin 

Hit me later, I think not, I keep the glock 

And drive around with no coat cause my seats is hot 

Fuck buyin a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm gettin high 

or either with my niggaz, at the firin range 

While y'all clown niggaz keep jokin, and get treated like ashes 

I clip y'all off and keep smokin 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

I don't care who you with, or who you get 

Or what you got, all of that'll get you shot 

Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot 

Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot 

[Jadakiss] 

Ay yo, I got a lotta shit on my chest 

and niggaz wanna put more on it; so I gotta put on my vest 

You got grazed in the head so that mean you was duckin 

Seen my shades by your bed so that mean I was fuckin 

While you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for nothin 

All in ya honey, walkin 'round countin ya money 

Holdin ya stacks, in the closet loadin ya gats 

Feedin ya curs, skeetin all over ya furs 

Right before yo' ass come home I'm peelin the tar 

And have the shorties like, "Damn, Jay willied the car" 

I'm like God, cause y'all can't touch me or see me 

But y'all know I'm there and y'all know that y'all need me 

New five wagon, with the old Bebe's 

And I'm an old G so I listen to old CD's 

My rocks is so rippy, if you was watchin arms in a party 

you won't skip me 

I'm like a nigga in jail waitin 

so come get me 

But if the job ain't done quickly and done swiftly 

you catchin one-fifty 

Cross your face, then I bang you in the stomach 

And make sure I go in your pockets after you vomit 

If that ain't good enough, I'm a light things up 

Cause they love me in the hood, I'm like the ice cream truck 

Nigga, this is to the general public 

When you hear the name Jadakiss nigga, ain't nothin above it 

Fuck it