We Don't Give a Fuck

[Drag-On] Yeah, yeah, Volume Three Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh I ain't got no more respect for these niggas, uh-uh Icepick, where the fuck your knife at? Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga .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, fuck a gat, I use a knife Keep my dick 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, bitch [Chorus 2X: Fiend] We don't give a fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 shit Niggas wanna look at my chest, nigga 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 niggas and get 'em live Then let my toast, put the ghost in niggas and watch it rise Yeah I look out for my niggas, but I'm not a town hero When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero I'm the reason niggas jumpin out of buildings, shit 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 motherfucker, we runnin this shit Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin and shit, bitch [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 niggas'll get y'all back, love is love Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood I never back down, I put backs on grounds That'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown Man FUCK 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 niggas kick open the door like {*BOOM*} [Chorus] - 2X