(feat. Bun B, Twista)
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[Chorus]
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Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
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Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
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Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
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We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us
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Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck
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Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck
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Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck
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We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us
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[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]
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I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATL
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Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath
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We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'
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Honey girl Queen B double E-E
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I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me
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We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps
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We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks
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Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'
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Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money
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You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane
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We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man
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Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate
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You faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin'
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Bun B]
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Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock
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Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked
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I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town
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Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down
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Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S
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My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest
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My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest
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Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this
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We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off
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Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off
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It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T
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Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Twista]
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Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust
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Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club
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Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut
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If I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shit
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Then I snatch that chain
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When he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his ends
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And his Benz, make him cash that train
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Come out the dark and get the lights on
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Turn together, get it up
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Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck
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I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'
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Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that
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Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm
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Well come over hear I got a little heat for that
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AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump
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Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip
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And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk
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Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves
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And duct tape I can get what I want
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Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches
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We don't give a fuck
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[Chorus]
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We Don't Give a Fuck
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| Lil' Kim |
