Artist: Drag-On, Fiend
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Album: Ruff Ryders * Ryde or Die Volume Three: In the 'R' We Trust
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Song: We Don't Give a Fuck
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Typed by: [email protected]
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[Drag-On]
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Yeah, yeah, Volume Three
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Real disrespectful on the one Unc', uh-huh
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I ain't got no more respect for these niggaz, uh-uh
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Icepick, where the fuck your knife at?
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Now who the fuck wanna ryde with this gangsta nigga, thug nigga
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.38 snub busters, slugs rush ya
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I should be in anger management class, the way I'm aimin a mac
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That's how I let off frustration pertainin my past
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Murder ya block, then Drag's wavin at cabs
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Feds is on cars that's why they give him On-Star
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Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs
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Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the club
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I'm all real, y'all slight thugs, I'm just like
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them Arabs, fuck a gat, I use a knife
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Keep my dick sucked like, straws in soda
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Y'all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?
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I'm a monster on the street, I'll play all strips
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I'll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips
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If I ain't got it I crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour
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Y'all faggots never knuckled up before, bitch
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[Chorus 2X: Fiend]
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We don't give a fuck about none a y'all (none a y'all)
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I'm talkin bout all y'all (all y'all)
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Don't make me grab the thing and get to runnin y'all (runnin y'all)
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Every single motherfuckin one of y'all (one of y'all)
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[Drag-On]
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Listen up..
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I bought a yellow banana six cause the way I peel off
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Tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin I'm soft
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This'll silence yo' ass quick, put a apple on the tip
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Then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this shit
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Niggaz wanna look at my chest, nigga watch your eyes
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cause, Drag'll give you his change and give you a surprise
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Cause when I ride, I put a heart in them niggaz and get 'em live
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then let my toast, put the ghost in niggaz and watch it rise
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Yeah I look out for my niggaz, but I'm not a town hero
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When I walk, I set fire to the floor like ground zero
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I'm the reason niggaz jumpin out of buildings, shit
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They better let that hard ground kill 'em then they run down sizzlin
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Got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where I live
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So the only way I'm fightin for the wall is they comin to my crib
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Double-R motherfucker, we runnin this shit
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Cause every time we put in our guns y'all runnin and shit, bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Drag-On]
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Listen, I wasn't born with stats, but I might stand while y'all was young
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I used to be on the cheese line cause I was born to be a rat
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My race is like a pizza pie, y'all can get a slice
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And it won't be just them Arabs runnin around with they face wrapped
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So if you a thug - throw these slugs!
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And not at my vest, throw it at my mug
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Cause my niggaz'll get y'all back, love is love
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Cause we all family and nigga blood is blood
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I never back down, I put backs on grounds
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that'll make your mother pull out that all-black gown
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Man FUCK this track, listen to how I sound
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That's your block, that's your city, that's your town?
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BLADOOOOW! It's mines now
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Cause I ain't drop a album in two years, it's time now
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Cause I know y'all all laughin, playin your John Madden
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'til me and my niggaz kick open the door like {*BOOM*}
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[Chorus] - 2X
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We Don't Give A Fuck
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Ruff Ryders |