We Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

We, we don't give a fuck about you 

Your homey on the block can get it too 

Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your 

Crew, before I put a hit out on you 

Before I let my niggaz come through 

Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster 

Yeah, I come creepin' through your hood in the dead of the night boy 

It's good that you ain't scared to die 'cause you might boy 

Nigga 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 niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip 

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War time, frontline, nigga 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 

We, we don't give a fuck about you 

Your homey on the block can get it too 

Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your 

Crew, before I put a hit out on you 

Before I let my niggaz come through 

Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster 

Yeah, yeah, in the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up 

Niggaz 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 

Niggaz 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 

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Cruise the streets, stuntin' in that Maybach sixty-two 

Nigga 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 

We, we don't give a fuck about you 

Your homey on the block can get it too 

Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster 

Save your crew, before I put a hit out on you 

Before I let my niggaz come through 

Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster 

Uhh, I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word 

They'll wet your whole block up, like the Tsunami 

Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby 

And they'll be feedin' you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby 

Yeah, everybody yellin' yeah, so the beef cook 

Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin' 

Don't go tongue lashin we pull it 

Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad hittin' Troy 

Be shakin' like a cutty, with his last bit of boy 

And I'll be calm 'cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy 

Yeah, I'm flashy as fuck, mashin' with Buck 

Windows up blowin' big 'cause there's stash in the truck, what? 

We, we don't give a fuck about you 

Your homey on the block can get it too 

Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your 

Crew, before I put a hit out on you 

Before I let my niggaz come through 

Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster