Ja Rule - We Don't Give a f** lyrics

[Tah Murda] Yo, throw your motherf**in middlefingers in the air, n***a Cause if y'all don't give a f**, like we don't give a f** Throw your motherf**in fingers in the air Motherf**er, the war is on, we're gonna pour it on n***as 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, n***as getting slow dough f** 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, can't touch crush the rope Hit a clubs rush the door, n***as f** 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, n***as got me gunning for real Leaving you nothing to steal, so no pain to feel So f** 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 n***as gonna learn your lesson f** the feds, n***a we spit hollow heads Our motto is shed blood for dead thug That shed blood in hell, when my slugs set bail Pray for d**h from your cell, I won't bet we got to jail From pretty n***as, with half a nickel flow Them b**h n***as, they keep their dimes on the low Ya'll n***as is lame, commercial n***as get out the game We here now, sh**s gonna change We spit them things, from point blank range at you Then ask what the f** you goin' do, test the mic on your gun Lose your life and your ones, I don't give a f** where you from n***as run when we come, I bust my gun Cause I'm a bum from the gutter, You better know It's Murda! Motherf**er! Y'all ain't hear me Y'all with me Throw your f**in fingers up, motherf**er Cause if y'all don't give a f** like we don't give a f** Throw your motherf**in fingers in the air [Ja Rule] n***a, I'm, living my live, f**ing your wife Bending her up, while I'm holla red and I don't give a f** So I move like like it such, and ya'll can't get enough, of the murderers It'll murda ya'll, n***a, what, what I know yall are ready to die, know why Cause the pain is too much to bare while alive So I co*k my nine, then close my eyes Take another hit and then crip and blow minds These are hard times n***as, in these streets and bust blind Out of fear, out of dispair, but never in the air We gonna take this, Point Blank range in your Range Rover Pistol with the kids and rape your stray ho We the Murderers, yo, what you expect from us We n***as you can't trust, that don't really give a f** We dedicated to street life, game and hustle I dont wanna be White Let them black and live for struggle My n***as tow guns for hittin you and your squad up Now we got the upper hand so keep your palms up n***as, if you want it with Ja come in and line up Guaranteed, you be meeting your maker when you times up Negative, I can go into the streets we live Paper, foreign n***as be murdering sh** So what, what, n***as is holla, yo what up Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched Motherf**ers, ya hear me, Murder Inc. n***as Cause if you don't give a f** like we don't give a f** Throw your motherf**ing fingers in the air! [Vita] We don't give a what, what All of my ladies, it's all gravy Get your tubs up It's Murder, turn it up Plus, ain't nobody hotter than Totti So who you riding with Ladies hating blatently hating cause they ain't hiding Dismiss hot chick, straight to the top chick That'll chase you, that'll strip you off your crown and replace you When I stay laced boo, in the top of the line In the finest designers, from Fendi and Gabbana Players if you want it, I got it, just come and get it Thugs if you hustling hustling, come and get it Mommy if you rolling with Totti, let's get this dough off We don't give a f**! What! (fades out)