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We Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics

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We Don't Give A Fuck Lyrics

[Tah Murda]
Yo, throw your motherfuckin middlefingers 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' leeking and bleeking
To dogs with his brawds trembling
I'm sending him, till the LORD calls my adrenalin
You slow mo, niggas getting slow dough
Fuck your po-po, I let the flow blow
Keep em' running like Flo-Joe, I flow so
Sickest Murder!
Clip Inserter!
Drop Pop and rip your wordah
We lust for more, cant touch crush the rope
Hit a clubs 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 gunning for real
Leaving you nothing 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

[Black Child]
I earned connections, everytime I burn my weapon
Ya'll 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
Ya'll niggas is lame, commercial niggas get out the game
We here now, shits gonna change
We spit them things, from point blank range at you
Then ask what the fuck you goin' do, test the mic on your gun
Lose your life and your ones, I don't give a fuck where you from
Niggas run when

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