We Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics - Singles - The Murderers

Yo, throw your motherfuckin' middle fingers in the air, nigga 

'Cause if y'all don't give a fuck, like we don't give a fuck 

Throw your motherfuckin' fingers in the air 

Motherfucker, the war is on, we're gonna pour it on 

Niggas to be feminine, guns rapidly scenative 

For the love of the Benjamins 

Keep 'em leekin' an' bleekin' to dogs with his broads tremblin' 

I'm sendin' him 'til the Lord, calls my adrenalin 

You slow mo, niggas gettin' slow dough 

Fuck your po'-po', I let the flow blow 

Keep em' runnin' like Flo Jo, I flow so 

Sickest murder, clip inserter, drop, pop an' rip your word up 

We lust for more, can't touch crush the rope 

Hit a club, then rush the door, niggas fuck the known 

That's why we've been blazed, to you, froze it up 

Had your name to the crease so you closed it up 

I'm one in a mil, niggas got me gunnin' for real 

Leavin' you nothin' to steal, so no pain to feel 

So fuck the world, ya either get when you see the sink skin 

No more than my thugs than your guns let off 

I earned connections, every time I burn my weapon 

Y'all niggas gonna learn your lesson 

Fuck the Feds, nigga, we spit hollow heads 

Our motto is 'Shed blood for dead thug' 

That shed blood in hell, when my slugs set bail 

Pray for death from your cell, I won't bet we got to jail 

From pretty niggas with half a nickel flow 

Them bitch niggas, they keep their dimes on the low 

Y'all niggas is lame, commercial niggas, get out the game 

We here now, shit's gonna change 

We spit them things from point blank range at you 

Then ask what the fuck you gon' do 

Test the mic on your gun, lose your life an' your ones 

I don't give a fuck where you from, niggas run when we come 

I bust my gun 'cause I'm a bum from the gutter 

You better know it's murda, motherfucker 

Y'all ain't hear me, y'all with me 

Throw your fuckin' fingers up, motherfucker 

'Cause if y'all don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck 

Throw your motherfuckin' fingers in the air 

Nigga, I'm livin' my life, fuckin' your wife 

Bendin' her up while I'm hollerin', I don't give a fuck 

So I move like like it such and y'all can't get enough 

Of The Murderers, it'll murda y'all, nigga, what, what? 

I know y'all are ready to die, know why? 

'Cause the pain is too much to bare while alive 

So I cock my nine then close my eyes 

Take another hit an' then creep an' blow minds 

These are hard times, niggas, in these streets an' bust blind 

Out of fear, out of despair but never in the air 

We gonna take to this, point blank range in your Range Rov' 

Pistol with the kids an' rape your stray hoe 

We The Murderers, yo, what you expect from us? 

We niggas you can't trust, that don't really give a fuck 

We dedicated to street life, game an' hustle 

I don't wanna be white, let them black an' live for struggle 

My niggas tote guns for hittin' you an' your squad up 

Now we got the upper hand, so keep your palms up 

Niggas, if you want it with Ja, come in an' line up 

Guaranteed you be meetin' your Maker, your times' up 

Negative, I can go into the streets we live 

Paper, foreign niggas be murderin' shit 

So what, what? Niggas is holla, Yo, what up? 

Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched 

Motherfuckers, ya hear me? Murder Inc., niggas 

'Cause if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck 

Throw your motherfuckin' fingers in the air 

We don't give a what, what? 

All of my ladies, it's all gravy 

Get your tubs up, it's murder, turn it up 

Plus, ain't nobody hotter than Totti, so who you ridin' with? 

Ladies hatin' blatantly hatin''cause they ain't hidin' 

Dismiss hot chick, straight to the top chick 

That'll chase you, that'll strip you 

Off your crown an' replace you 

When I stay laced, boo, in the top of the line 

In the finest designers, from Fendi an' Gabbana 

Players, if you want it, I got it, just come an' get it 

Thugs, if you hustlin', hustlin', come an' get it 

Mommy, if you rollin' with Totti, let's get this dough off 

We don't give a fuck, what?