Tony Yayo - We Don't Give A Fu*k (feat. Olivia, Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent)

Olivia: Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh We, We don't give a fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckas 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 motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster 50 Cent: Yeah I come creepin' through your hood in the day or the night, boy It’s good that you ain't scared to die cuz you might, boy Nigger 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 niggers 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 where we in is for the week You can hold your own or get left for dead in the street Olivia: We, We don't give a fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckas 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 motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster Tony Yayo: Yeah Yeah In the hood when I pop up Minked up and wrapped up Niggers ice grill cause he’s old G's is washed up I got a left like Winky Wright My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life Niggers keen but they sweeted it; cookies and cream Homie I got more blocks than Hakim the dream That ain't task force money, that’s Gun police I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62 Nigger run my dope 4 for 62, come on A gram, my man, my plans to expand Try to trixing you hooks to catscans Olivia: We, We don't give a fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckas 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 motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster Lloyd Banks: I got a crew o' schizo’s behind me I give em the word to wet your whole block up Like the tsunami try me Hey 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 tongue-lashing wit Lloyd Niggers'll 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 fuck, mashin' with buck Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk Olivia: We, We don't give a fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster Oeh