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

Cause I ain't drop a album in two years, it's time now

Cause I know y'all all laughin, playin your

John Madden 'til me and my ****** kick open the door like {*

BOOM*} [Chorus] - 2

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