We Don't Care

Def Squad,

J. Bleezy

Ha, com-bust-ya-ble, huh

It's Erick,

I'm back again, full fledged

American flag in here so y'all pledge

A few of y'all sold some albums, yeah congrats

The game in trouble,

I must rescue rap

Yo, I'm a hero!

Sometimes

I feel the same way

Like the folks involved with

Ground Zero

And somebody owe me boy,

I'm dead serious

This year my

Squad better blow to oblivious

Yo, did you lose weight?

Yeah, I got stamina

Profile me like this and hold the camera

I'm alone, so what y'all wanna do?

Take over your faciliy like

I'm John Q

I rock mics,

I Chris Rock,

I Kid Rock

I rock the house like

I'm Run Rap conniseur,

I rock Sean

John velour

B-boy stance and that's hardcore

E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks

Your style is over, finito, finished

You a parasite, type lyrical germ

You a sucker

MC in layman terms, and

We don't care nuttin 'bout you

Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah

Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air

Oh yeah, 'cause

We don't care nuttin 'bout you

Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah

Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air

Oh yeah, 'cause

Yeah, I got a track record,

I spit fouls

E don't stop, keep it grinding, puts it down fo' sho' (Grinding)

My figgedy flow is sick siggedy, yo

Watch me biggedy blow, and y'all niggedy know

It's Def Squeezy, thirteen years in rap

And now it's easy,

I do things to please me

Yo, I come through so crazy

I'm a, "Stun'na" like

M. Fresh and

Baby Got more toys than

Kay Bee, me and my yung'uns

Slow down before you receive a summons

And get hit for speeding,

I break a switch off a tree

You catch a beating for y'all misleading (Yeah!)

Shame on you, when you step to, huh

The Green

Eyed Bandit, smile you on candid

Rob J. Timberlake,

I got Janet

I'm in control now, ohh wow

Yeah, 'cause that's how it is, and that's how

I'm livin'

I bring turmoil like

Mike and Robin

Givens And watch me go off a-go off

A yes, yes, y'all, and show off and show off, and yes

We don't care nuttin 'bout you

Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah

Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air

Oh yeah, 'cause

Sermon, the word

I preach to ya

Control the airwaves so it can reach to ya

The underground of rap ring,

I'm David

Tua The one round knockout, your eyeballs pop out

High school dropout,

I'm not gon' cop out

I did the rhymin' thing and now a truck

I hop out "Fiesta"

I'm down with

R. Kelly ****

I'm, "Supa Dupa Fly"

Missy Elliott

I stay focused, keep the same cycle

Do me, proceed to rock the world like

Michael Without

Chris Tucker, with no

Marlon Brando

Just give enough for

J-Lo to handle

So scream at me, holla, smoke signals

Morse code, try a 2-way, or telephone

And I give it to ya, all day in street

Two turntables a mic and breakbeat, 'cause

We don't care nuttin 'bout you

Yeah, we don't care, we come up in the spot sayin', oh yeah

Oh yeah, throw your hands in the air

Oh yeah, 'cause

You got about five seconds to get to the dance floor

You got about two more seconds to get to the dance floor