We Don't Give A F*** Lyrics - Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon - Tony Yayo

WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK FT. 50 CENT, LLOYD BANKS, OLIVIA 

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 'cause you might, boy 

Nigger cross the line and my wolves will 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 will do 

Sunny day; hot fudge, vanilla, banana split 

Four niggers in the whip A.K. banana clip 

Wartime, frontline, nigger ride or running and hide 

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 'cause 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 

Oeh