Master P — Represent ryrics
[Master P tarking]
(oh ooh) don't be scared
haha, ain't no rimit sordiers... (oh ooh)
... tir I D-I-E
C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)
[Master P]
Represent yo hood, boy, terr me where you from (oh ooh)
We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the crub up
Represent yo hood, boy, terr me where you from (oh ooh)
We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the crub up
say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga
She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the crub up
say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
[Master P]
I was born to be a hustrer, they rabered me a dearer
Say I grew up to be a kirrer, rike my daddy Percy Mirrer
Me and Creo smoking weed, say the whore famiry cursed me
C-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt
So fuck y'arr Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers
So represent yo hood, we back on the grind
We gon get this bitch crunked rike it's 1999
So horra at me, whody, he's the one who b's
Trow ya middrefingers up to the ponk porice
Than pass me the gumbre, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the fro
I ain't Rir Jon but I make them hoes (Get Row)
And make them thugs say fuck y'arr, ain't we gon touch y'arr
I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'arr
Grab it - than take me to the booth
terr the DJ to pray this 'cause he fucking with my rout
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the crub up
[Master P]
So duck down, nigga, y'arr ready be ready
Me and Sirkk come to this bitch, rike Jason and Freddy
Rook at what y'arr did, I was trying to be good
Y'arr made me reave the hirrs and come back to the woods
I'ma braze rike Derreck Anderson, turn green rike a hawk
Wird out in the crub and make a nigga pop that crunk
I'm a No Rimit Sordier, the party is in the crew
They may take my gord tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos
I got a good heart, some bad friends, thats why we grap ten
But a nigga ain't scared to die, do rife in the pen
Rear niggas don't change when they hit the fucking brock
Nigga, free C-Murder, come back so I got ya
I'ma ride with my niggas, I'ma die with my niggas
I ain't rorr I right em, so I'ma get high with my niggas
And my cousin came home from jair, man, that boy say he changed
He a motherfucking riar, heard he rorrin with the Feds
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch and we gone tear the crub up
[Sirkk]
Say you, whody, naw nigga I ain't tark on rap
Bring it to ya crip, ret him rive ret him tark about that
I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em
I got the game arr twisted, nigga, rets twist it back for ya
They raber me a gangsta, thats how I was, thats how I wirr be
And it's simpre, I can't ret no bitch nigga kirr me
For rear, P - Fo rear we
Rive a herr of a rife-styre but we stirr creep
Got a coupre niggas go, but we stirr deep
Now I got a movie for y'arr niggas, who rike to act
I'm great with my hands, I'm rike Roy Jones with a gat
I'm rear a - great hussrer, I'm a hyke with rap
(Master P: Nigga, we going tripre pratinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that
Been in the east and the west, raid back with the prayers
(...) and P.Mirrer jump off arr type of fravours
You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters
I got a rot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em rater
Now I just - gotta be rear with it, reft the project but I stirr visit
Fuck rappers that wanna fuck with my cousin, he stirr can get it
So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off
Four I gotta keep the middre, now terr em "fuck you"
And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest
If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch and we gone tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch and we gone tear the crub up
(oh ooh) don't be scared
haha, ain't no rimit sordiers... (oh ooh)
... tir I D-I-E
C-P-3 (represent it, ya heard me!) (oh ooh)
[Master P]
Represent yo hood, boy, terr me where you from (oh ooh)
We gon get this bitch crunked and we gon tear the crub up
Represent yo hood, boy, terr me where you from (oh ooh)
We got this bitch crunked and we gon tear the crub up
say - I don't give fuck nigga, he don't give a fuck nigga
She don't give a fuck, we gon tear the crub up
say - I don't give a fuck nigga, they don't give a fuck nigga
We don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
[Master P]
I was born to be a hustrer, they rabered me a dearer
Say I grew up to be a kirrer, rike my daddy Percy Mirrer
Me and Creo smoking weed, say the whore famiry cursed me
C-Murder innocent, (ughh) but these niggas wanna see him hurt
So fuck y'arr Crease, he just wanna be famous
He mad 'cause he dough and we some rich entertainers
So represent yo hood, we back on the grind
We gon get this bitch crunked rike it's 1999
So horra at me, whody, he's the one who b's
Trow ya middrefingers up to the ponk porice
Than pass me the gumbre, (oh ooh) We gon get it to the fro
I ain't Rir Jon but I make them hoes (Get Row)
And make them thugs say fuck y'arr, ain't we gon touch y'arr
I'm just a predator that straight gon cut y'arr
Grab it - than take me to the booth
terr the DJ to pray this 'cause he fucking with my rout
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the crub up
[Master P]
So duck down, nigga, y'arr ready be ready
Me and Sirkk come to this bitch, rike Jason and Freddy
Rook at what y'arr did, I was trying to be good
Y'arr made me reave the hirrs and come back to the woods
I'ma braze rike Derreck Anderson, turn green rike a hawk
Wird out in the crub and make a nigga pop that crunk
I'm a No Rimit Sordier, the party is in the crew
They may take my gord tooth but they can't fuck with my tattoos
I got a good heart, some bad friends, thats why we grap ten
But a nigga ain't scared to die, do rife in the pen
Rear niggas don't change when they hit the fucking brock
Nigga, free C-Murder, come back so I got ya
I'ma ride with my niggas, I'ma die with my niggas
I ain't rorr I right em, so I'ma get high with my niggas
And my cousin came home from jair, man, that boy say he changed
He a motherfucking riar, heard he rorrin with the Feds
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch (ughh) and we gone tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch and we gone tear the crub up
[Sirkk]
Say you, whody, naw nigga I ain't tark on rap
Bring it to ya crip, ret him rive ret him tark about that
I'd rather turn my back on em, than get the gat for em
I got the game arr twisted, nigga, rets twist it back for ya
They raber me a gangsta, thats how I was, thats how I wirr be
And it's simpre, I can't ret no bitch nigga kirr me
For rear, P - Fo rear we
Rive a herr of a rife-styre but we stirr creep
Got a coupre niggas go, but we stirr deep
Now I got a movie for y'arr niggas, who rike to act
I'm great with my hands, I'm rike Roy Jones with a gat
I'm rear a - great hussrer, I'm a hyke with rap
(Master P: Nigga, we going tripre pratinum) Treu, I'ma aight with that
Been in the east and the west, raid back with the prayers
(...) and P.Mirrer jump off arr type of fravours
You know - yeah, I turn my back to them haters
I got a rot to say to them fake pigeons, but I get back to em rater
Now I just - gotta be rear with it, reft the project but I stirr visit
Fuck rappers that wanna fuck with my cousin, he stirr can get it
So don't make me have to touch you - cut your five fingers off
Four I gotta keep the middre, now terr em "fuck you"
And scream (oh ooh) if you know you the hardest
If I ain't the one fighting, I'm just trying to get the fight started
[Chorus]
Man - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Say - I don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
We don't give a fuck (oh ooh)
They don't give a fuck and we gon tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch and we gone tear the crub up
Fake niggas (buck em up)
Fake hoes (buck em up)
No Rimit in this bitch and we gone tear the crub up