DJ Premier - Don't Give a Fucc lyrics

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DJ Premier - Don't Give a Fucc lyrics

[Intro] Yo Yo, what Hoo han Queensbridge stand up, motherf**ers [Verse 1] Blaq Poet attacks, what the f** you thought was gonna happen I'm from the days when n***as stood on the corners clapping Drinking 40's in front of the police Running around, a straight beast on the streets I'm lucky I made, I can't believe it I'm looking around the town, and I'm feeling like Simon Phoenix Murder, d**h, k**, all in my mind You ain't heard this type of sh** in a very long time I'm ten times deadly, ready, aim steady One to your head and the rest for your belly The Southside slasher, run up, cut your throat Just to let you motherf**ers know this ain't no f**ing joke What [Hook] Blaq Poet don't give a f** "You don't want it" I will f** ya n***as up "Don't you get it" Blaq Poet don't give a f** "You don't want it" I will f** ya n***as up [Verse 2] What you motherf**ers gonna do when trouble come I'm hardcore heavyweight, you bubblegum My style is buck wild, straight from the slum I come from where n***as pray to the gun All you stupid n***as talking that beef sh** Fighting for New York when these are my streets, b**h I use terrorist techniques The warrior wreck beats, homerun your head off your neckpiece It's Blaq Poet, hip-hop most dangerous Spit the kind of sh** to make all the gangs bang to this All you rap critics got to give it up I'm like the narcs choking on your neck, make you spit it up [Hook] [Verse 3] My motto is "f** ya n***as", who want to rumble I'll drag your little monkey a** all through the jungle This is what it comes to, I got to come through Buck shot, buck shot, show you what them guns do I'm out of my mind, I'm f**ing crazy I'll have momma's baby pushing up daisies You want it, you got it, I'll give you a d**h wish I've been going to war since I was young and reckless Ask about me, I'm a motherf**ing hustler Dough get low, take the money from the customers Low down, dirty, grimy Right in front of your face and you still can't find me Screwball, went to war with Giuliani I'm pure New York, got train tracks inside me Blaq Poet don't give a f** "You don't want it" I will f** ya n***as up "Don't you get it" [Outro] Ya n***as know what the f** it is Blaq Poet Premo Next Level sh** motherf**ers Hoo Han