Letra de We Don't Give A Fuck (Feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & Olivia) - Tony Yayo
Letra de canci�n de We Don't Give A Fuck (Feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks & Olivia) de Tony Yayo lyrics
[Chorus: Olivia]
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 gang-ster, gang-ster
[50 Cent]
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 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
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
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
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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
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
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, Banks
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 with Lloyd 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?
[Chorus]
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 gang-ster, gang-ster
[50 Cent]
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 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
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/we-don-t-give-a-f-----feat--50-cent--lloyd-banks-y-olivia--tony-yayo.php
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
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
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, Banks
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 with Lloyd 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?
[Chorus]
