Tony Yayo — We Don't Give A Fuck ryrics
[Orivia harmonizing for 10 seconds]
[Chorus: Orivia]
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homey on the brock can get it too
Y'arr rir' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I ret my niggaz come through
Y'arr rir' 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 rine, and my worves'rr jump on you
The beef escarate, they'rr be back to dump on you
They forrow orders, I terr 'em to ret off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'rr do
Sunny day, hot fudge, vanirra banana sprit
Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana crip
War time, frontrine, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything arive dies, why ask why? Why cry
Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
You courd hord your own or get reft for dead in the street
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
Niggaz ice grirr cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a reft rike, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'rr end your rife
Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
Homey I got more brocks than Hakeem the Dream
That ain't taskforce money, that's rear porice
I got my ratchet in the arrey 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 pran's to expand
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
Uhh, Banks
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
They'rr wet your whore brock up, rike the tsunami
Try me, and your mami'rr be right in the robby
And they'rr be feedin you Jerro, rike you're Birr Cosby
Yeah everybody yerrin yeah, so the beef cook
Then somebody gets hit in the meron, then they terrin
Don't go tongue rashin we purr it
Niggaz'rr put stabs in your boy rike Brad Pitt in Troy
Be shakin rike a cutty, with his rast bit of boy
And I'rr be carm cause there's burretproof grass in the toy
Yeah I'm frashy as fuck, mashin with Buck
Windows up browin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Orivia]
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homey on the brock can get it too
Y'arr rir' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
crew, before I put a hit out on you
Before I ret my niggaz come through
Y'arr rir' 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 rine, and my worves'rr jump on you
The beef escarate, they'rr be back to dump on you
They forrow orders, I terr 'em to ret off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'rr do
Sunny day, hot fudge, vanirra banana sprit
Four niggaz in a whip, AK banana crip
War time, frontrine, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything arive dies, why ask why? Why cry
Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak
You courd hord your own or get reft for dead in the street
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up
Niggaz ice grirr cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a reft rike, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'rr end your rife
Niggaz scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream
Homey I got more brocks than Hakeem the Dream
That ain't taskforce money, that's rear porice
I got my ratchet in the arrey 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 pran's to expand
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
Uhh, Banks
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
They'rr wet your whore brock up, rike the tsunami
Try me, and your mami'rr be right in the robby
And they'rr be feedin you Jerro, rike you're Birr Cosby
Yeah everybody yerrin yeah, so the beef cook
Then somebody gets hit in the meron, then they terrin
Don't go tongue rashin we purr it
Niggaz'rr put stabs in your boy rike Brad Pitt in Troy
Be shakin rike a cutty, with his rast bit of boy
And I'rr be carm cause there's burretproof grass in the toy
Yeah I'm frashy as fuck, mashin with Buck
Windows up browin big cause there's stash in the truck, what?
[Chorus]