Ruff Ryders - We Don't Give A f** lyrics

Artist: Drag-On, Fiend Album: Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Three: In the 'R' We Trust Song: We Don't Give a F**k (Drag-On) Yeah, yeah, Volume Three Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh I ain't got no more respect for these n***az, uh-uh Icepick, where the f**k your knife at? Now who the f**k wanna ryde with this gangsta n***a, thug n***a .38 snub busters, slugs rush ya I should be in anger management cla**, the way I'm aimin a mac That's how I let off frustration pertainin my past Murder ya block, then Drag's wavin at cabs Feds is on cars that's why they give him On-Star Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the club I'm all real, y'all slight thugs, I'm just like them Arabs, f**k a gat, I use a knife Keep my dick s**ed like, straws in soda Y'all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh? I'm a monster on the street, I'll play all strips I'll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips If I ain't got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour Y'all f*ggots never knuckled up before, b**h (Chorus 2X: Fiend) We don't give a f**k about none a y'all (none a y'all) I'm talkin bout all y'all (all y'all) Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin y'all (runnin y'all) Every single motherf**kin one of y'all (one of y'all) (Drag-On) Listen up.. I bought a yellow banana six cause the way I peel off Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin I'm soft This'll silence yo' a** quick, put a apple on the tip Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this sh** n***az wanna look at my chest, n***a watch your eyes cause, Drag'll give you his change and give you a surprise Cause when I ride, I put a heart in them n***az and get 'em live then let my toast, put the ghost in n***az and watch it rise Yeah I look out for my n***az, but I'm not a town hero When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero I'm the reason n***az jumpin out of buildings, sh** They better let that hard ground k** 'em then they run down sizzlin Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I live So the only way I'm fightin for the wall is they comin to my crib Double-R motherf**ker, we runnin this sh** Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin and sh**, b**h (Chorus) (Drag-On) Listen, I wasn't born with stats, but I might stand while y'all was young I used to be on the cheese line cause I was born to be a rat My race is like a pizza pie, y'all can get a slice And it won't be just them Arabs runnin around with they face wrapped So if you a thug - throw these slugs! And not at my vest, throw it at my mug Cause my n***az'll get y'all back, love is love Cause we all family and n***a blood is blood I never back down, I put backs on grounds that'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown Man F**K this track, listen to how I sound That's your block, that's your city, that's your town? BLADOOOOW! It's mines now Cause I ain't drop a album in two years, it's time now Cause I know y'all all laughin, playin your John Madden 'til me and my n***az kick open the door like {*BOOM*} (Chorus) - 2X