We Don't Give a ****
Artist: Drag-
On, Fiend
Album: Ruff
Ryders * Ryde or
Die Volume
Three: In the '
R' We Trust
Song: We Don 't
Give a ****
Yeah, yeah,
Volume Three
Real disrespectful on the one
Unc', uh-huh
I ain't got no more respect for these ******, uh-uh
Icepick, where the **** your knife at?
Now who the **** wanna ryde with this gangsta *****, thug ***** .38 snub busters, slugs rush ya
I should be in anger management class, 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, **** a gat ,
I use a knife
Keep my **** sucked 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 faggots never knuckled up before, ***** [Chorus 2X: Fiend]
We don't give a **** 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 ** ********in 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' ass quick, put a apple on the tip
Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this ****
****** wanna look at my chest, ***** 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 ****** and get 'em live then let my toast, put the ghost in ****** and watch it rise
Yeah I look out for my ******, but
I'm not a town hero
When I walk,
I set fire to the floor like ground zero
I'm the reason ****** jumpin out of buildings, ****
They better let that hard ground kill '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 ***** *******, we runnin this ****
Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin and ****, ***** [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 ******'ll get y'all back, love is love
Cause we all family and ***** blood is blood
I never back down,
I put backs on grounds that'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown
Man **** this track, listen to how
I sound That's your block, that's your city, that's your town?
BLADOOOOW!
It's mines now
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