\"We Don't Give A Fuck\" (Tony Yayo feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Olivia)
[Olivia harmonizing for 10 seconds]
[Chorus: Olivia] We, we don't give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggaz come through Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
[50 Cent] Yeah! I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you The beef escalate, 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'll do Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana clip War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street
[Chorus: Olivia] We, we don't give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggaz come through Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
[Tony Yayo] Yeah, yeah In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up Niggaz ice grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up I got a left like, Winky Wright My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream That ain't taskforce money, that's real police I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two Nigga what my dope goin fo', 62, c'mon! A gram By man, my plan's to expand Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
[Chorus: Olivia] We, we don't give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggaz come through Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
[Lloyd Banks] Uhh, Banks I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami Try me, and your mami'll be right in the lobby And they'll be feedin you Jello, like you're Bill Cosby Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin Don't go tongue lashin we pull it Niggaz'll put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in Troy Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy And I'll be calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck Windows up blowin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?