Ace Hood - I Don't Give A f** lyrics

I don't give a f** They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the n***a he's jackin I see no justice All I see is n***as dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my cheque I get more respect from the mutha-f**in' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real sh** And f** trying to get with these crooked a** hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much sh** can a n***a take I ain't goin' nowhere no how Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay f** bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another n***a bigger So step but you better step quick from the mutha-f**in' underground Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullsh** You're watching the makings of a physco-path The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure!? A mutha-f**in night n***a Ready to buck and rip sh** up I had enough and I don't give a f** n***as!, isn't just the blacks also a gang of mutha-f**as dressed in blue slacks They say n***as hang in packs and their attitude is sh**ty Tell me, who's the biggest gang of n***as in the city They say n***as like to do n***as, Throw me in the cuffs with just two n***as A street walkin' n***a and a beat walkin' n***a with a badge I had to shoot yah and the pa** for the blast take his cash And that's just his luck And bash his head in dump him at the dead in Cause a n***a like me don't really give a f** Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a mutha f**er wearing black Following a n***a and sh** Ain't this a b**h All I wanted was some chips I wanna take my business else where But where? Cause who in the hell cares About a black man with a black need They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend I wonder if knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your trife a** wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack Sit back and get fat off the fat cat while he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme AS strong as a f**in' nine Mail stacked up n***as wanna act up Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot Usta come but he's done, now we run the block To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a f** They just don't give a f** I gotta give my f** offs f** you to the San FranCisco police department f** you to the Marin County Sheriff department f** you to the F.B.I f** you to the C.I.A f** you to the B-u-s-h f** you to the AmeriKKKa f** you to all you redneck prejudice mutha f**as And f** yah f** Y'all Punk gay sensitive little dick ba*tards 2paclypse mutha f**in' know Y'all can kiss my a** and s** my dick And my uncle Tommy's balls f** Y'all Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks