Murder Inc. Records - We Still Don't Give a f** lyrics

[Ronnie Bumps] Alright...get your motherf**in guns up (Throw them guns up) f** that (And my motherf**in two) This is hows it going down this is how it's goin motherf**in big We still don't give a f** (You know) For life (You know) For d**h (You know) A knife will your frame or (I gotta gun) What the f** you think the things for (shed blood) Man I keep it gang when I it's time to give it Understand we run bank who colidin wit us? I'm knee deep in the game, plannin the block in the rain Tell your mom dog ain't sh** gon change The world don't trust us, one who*e gutters POV City hustlas, Ya gun motherf**ers [D.O.] Hit the gun away bumps man I got these n***as Tell Caddillac to chill I'm about to rock these n***as Got your game sharp man cuz you watchin n***as Now I'm back on top, can't stop me n***as It's hard like life, man dog I'm holdin the dice I'm ain't trying to poke your wife, man I'm gunnin for ice When you see me on the streets pray for your life It's murder motherf**er now your payin the price [Merc] Yo, yo, yo Get it right cuz we ain't the type for all the bullsh** n***a front give him the full clip I back down your whole strip, Let off six Get low re-load quick Stand up and fire again Never test Merc You could be a foe or a friend We don't give a f** if it ain't murder you can get it Ya n***a young, doorag under the finit And I'm labeled as a problem for all y'all n***as [Jody Mack] Yo, yo, yo, yo Who y'all know who to come to when twenty three shoe slow The gangsta Mack I k** dudes fo-sho I ain't the game n***a, I be poppin them thangs At anyone of y'all n***as who think we locked in this game Ya motherf**ers must be ready to die f**in wit the murderous I Knowin that the murder was right (So la la la) who wanna get at me n***a (Who am I?) Ten Mack I clap you n***a [Rah] Yeah, yeah, yeah It was bad enough that I live a thug life, sh** I had ta crush it up and throw it in bags and pitch Night in and night out, now I'm a clear it out When I spit outta my mouth, n***as know what I'm about It's no lookin back, tryin to get out of time to stack Workin and puttin it in and waitin to get it back Bloods thick and when money comes that's real phat In tens and thin and a b**h then look at that [0-1] Who am I, 0-1 livin the time Befo the time I be pushin the five So ya n***as better (Get it riiiight) Or get it real f**ed up 20 or some odd shots flyin threw your truck What the deal, wanna know how I feel right now? Ready to k** motherf**ers and lay n***as down f**in wit n***as that's clown, f**in wit n***as that's wild Be lost, can't be found Be found somewhere drowned, motherf**ers [Charli Baltimore] Knock knock who is it? The f**in esquisit Chuck spit for my b**hes on federal visits With the weed that cop smugglin Baby daddies are not jugglin Cases, time faces Twenty five b**h ride and b**h lie Cuz real chicks do their bid to wit kids to And that's murda for real b**h thug me, hood n***as lovin me Gangsta a** touchin me, Chuck [Caddillac Tah] Yo, yo Whenever 'llac hotwire the 'lac n***as better get the fire and get the runnin When the fifth spit gunnin, I'm leavin em numb and sh** Now he can't feel his legs, fifteen minutes away from d**h Let us pray I've been cut, remied up In the box, the porshe On the eighteen they ain't thugs but I keep em clean And dope fiends, off the nine and a half board off they leanin Whoever think sh** don't stink I leave em stinkin Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder [Black Child] What, yeah, yeah, n***a And we don't bang and ball We burry the bubble and buy another one tommorow Die motherf**er a head full of hollo's Close your casket, them basterd in those apollo's Wanna lock us up, stop our rush Pop the clutch, split a n***a back like a dutch That's what's up n***a, we still don't give a f** {*echoes out*}