Tony Yayo We Don't Give A Fuck (Feat. Lloyd Banks, Olivia Lyrics

Olivia:

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We, We don't give a f___ about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little m_________ers ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n_____s come threw
Ya'll little m_________ers ain't gangster, gangster

50 Cent:

Yeah

I come trippin' through your hood in the day or the night, boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cuz you might, boy
n_____ cross the line and my wolves will jump on you
The beef escalade, 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 will do
Sunny day; hot fudge, vanilla, banana split
Four n_____s in the whip A.K. banana clip
Wartime, frontline, n_____ ride or running high
Everything alive dies Why X why, why cry?
Man up chump w____ing is for the weak
You can hold your own or get left for dead in the street

Olivia:

We, We don't give a f___ about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little m_________ers ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n_____s come threw
Ya'll little m_________ers ain't gangster, gangster

Tony Yayo:

Yeah Yeah

In the hood when I pop up
Minked up and wrapped up
n_____s ice grill cause he's old G's is washed up
I got a left like winky right
My pinky bright, my bank carter ain't your life
n_____s keen but they sweated it; cookies and cream
Homie I got more blocks then Hakim the dream
That ain't task force money, that's Go-Ho-Lee
I got my reds sit in the ally with that fiend Denise
Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62
n_____ run my dope 4 for 62, come on
up ramp, my man, my plans to expand
Try to trixing you hooks to catscans

Olivia:

We, We don't give a f___ about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little m_________ers ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n_____s come threw
Ya'll little m_________ers ain't gangster, gangster

Lloyd Banks:

I got a few schizo's behind me
I give no word to wet your whole block up
Like the tsunami dry me
If your mommy will be right in the lobby
And they'll be feeding you jell-o
Like you Bill Cosby
Yeah everybody yelling yeah so the beef cooks
And somebody gets hit in the melon
Then they tell 'em don't go tumble a__ you ain't Lloyd
n_____s will put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in troy
You'll be shaking like a cuddy with his last bit of boy
And I'll be calm cuz it's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as f___ a national buck
Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk

Olivia:

We, We don't give a f___ about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little m_________ers ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my n_____s come threw
Ya'll little m_________ers ain't gangster, gangster

Oeh

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