Styles P - We Don't Give a f** lyrics

[Hook - Jadakiss] Uhh, used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty Screamed RYDE OR DIE, I thought you would die wit me Found out you a b**h, you can't even ryde wit me Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit me Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty Screamed RYDE OR DIE, I thought you would die wit me Found out you a b**h, you can't even ryde wit me Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side wit me [Verse 1 - DMX] When it rain, n***as get wet, so stay dry (uh) Don't cross me, I can peep a snake eye (woo) You just lost me, like yo' shadow in the dark (uh-huh) f**ed around and forced me to hit the shadow with the spark (UHH) Blew your sh** apart -- now it's two halves of one n***a "Look at him," I said after a few laughs, "Dumb n***a! Stupid is as stupid does -- co*ks**er (WHAT?) And look what being stupid does, get you shot s**er (WHAT?) I let you get too close and you bit me (uh) I told you nah for too long, you tried to hit me Thought you was wit me (uhh) Well you might as well forget me, cause from this point on (uh-huh) It's war, it won't stop until one of us is gone" (c'mon!) I'm still mad at myself for lettin that sh** go down (UHH) Somebody shoulda told me, I was f**in wit a clown (aight?) And I think they found and let.. you.. n***a.. drown .. you know how sh** get around [Hook - Jadakiss] [Verse 2 - Styles P] Aiyyo X f** them n***as, them n***as ain't your dogs Better treat like some cats and shake they a** to the floor Been seen the foul sh**, put the guns in em Lil' wannabe you's, so why you run wit em? You can't trust n***as no further than you can throw em You don't wanna murder the n***as, then you blow em He usin yo' style, that make him yo' child Then he shouldn't make a move til he hear it from yo' mouth We don't allow snakes - runnin wit dogs Tell them ain't nuttin like a funeral that's gonna be yours Double-R, and I ain't here to start trouble God But if they wasn't your n***as I woulda BEEN hit em hard n***as look like they phony (what) sound like they phony (huh?) Run around actin like motherf**er's homies We all make mistakes, that's part of the breaks But you can still call the apes, we bringin the duct tape And the broomstick -- them b**h-a** n***as is gettin raped Know how we ride, whoever on they side can die And we ain't tryin to be blind, f** eye for eye Cause we only takin yours, you know the doggs you motherf**er [Hook - Jadakiss] [Verse 3 - DMX] There was always somethin there, but I just couldn't touch it (uh-huh) Wasn't somethin that would hurt me, so a n***a said, "f** it!" (uhh) I let it slide, laughed and joked let it ride (true) Now that you done k**ed it, I'm glad that it died (AIGHT?) It's aight, I know where you live, I'm just waitin (uhh) Til we knock on your front door, and let you meet Satan (c'mon!) That's what you get for hatin -- fu*k YOU f*gGOT! (WHAT?) I never did trust you f*ggot -- I'll bust you f*ggot! (WHAT?) What you done forgot about the streets is this: (uhh) You do a drimy n***a like you do a grimy b**h (AIGHT?) You just STOP f**in wit him, you got no more rap (uh) No more, "Yo wha**up D?" No more dap (uhh) Be lucky if I don't spit in your face, off of G.P. (WHAT?) AND WHAT? b**h-a** n***a, you can't beat me (woo) Don't take it as a loss, just take it as a lesson Next time think twice, or get iced wit the Wessun ni**a! (n***a!) [Hook - Jadakiss] [Jadakiss] C'mon Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah (UHH)