Tony Yayo - We Don't Give A F*** lyrics

We, we don't give a f** about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherf**ers ain't gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my n***as come through Y'all lil' motherf**ers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster Yeah! I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy n***a cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split Four n***as in a whip, AK banana clip War time, frontline, n***a ride or run and hide Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street We, we don't give a f** about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherf**ers ain't gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my n***as come through Y'all lil' motherf**ers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster Yeah, yeah In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up n***as ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up I got a left like, Winky Wright My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life n***as scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream That ain't taskforce money, that's real police I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two n***a what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram By man, my plan's to expand Try to jux and you hoods get catscans We, we don't give a f** about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherf**ers ain't gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my n***as come through Y'all lil' motherf**ers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster Uhh, Banks I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin Don't go tongue lashin with Lloyd n***as'll put stabs in your boy like Brad did in Troy Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof gla** in the toy Yeah I'm flashy as f**, mashin with BuckWindows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what? We, we don't give a f** about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherf**ers ain't gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my n***as come through Y'all lil' motherf**ers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster