ja rule black child tah murdah vita - we don't give fuck lyrics
yo, throw your motherf-ckin’ middle fingers in the air, n-gg-
’cause if y’all don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
throw your motherf-ckin’ fingers in the air
motherf-cker, the war is on, we’re gonna pour it on
n-gg-s to be feminine, guns rapidly scenative
for the love of the benjamins
keep em’ leeking and bleeking
to dogs with his brawds trembling
i’m sending him, till the lord calls my adrenalin
you slow mo, n-gg-s getting slow dough
f-ck your po-po, i let the flow blow
keep em’ running like flo-joe, i flow so
sickest murder! clip inserter!
drop pop and rip your wordah
we l-st for more, can’t touch, crush the rope
hit a clubs rush the door, n-gg-s f-ck the [unverified]
that’s why we’ve been blazed to you froze it up
had your name to the crease so you closed it up
i’m one in a mil, n-gg-s got me gunning for real
leaving you nothing to steal, so no pain to feel
so f-ck the world! ya either get
when you see the sink
skin no more than my thugs
than your guns let off
i earned connections, every time i burn my weapon
y’all n-gg-s gonna learn your lesson
f-ck the feds, n-gg- we spit hollow heads
our motto is shed blood for dead thug
that shed blood in h-ll, when my slugs set bail
pray for death from your cell, i won’t bet we got to jail
from pretty n-gg-s with half a nickel flow
them b-tch n-gg-s, they keep their dimes on the low
y’all n-gg-s is lame, commercial n-gg-s get out the game
we here now, sh-ts gonna change
we spit them things from point blank range at you
then ask what the f-ck you goin’ do, test the mic on your gun
lose your life and your ones, i don’t give a f-ck where you from
n-gg-s run when we come, i bust my gun
’cause i’m a b-m from the gutter, you better know
it’s murda! motherf-cker!
y’all ain’t hear me, y’all with me
throw your f-ckin’ fingers up, motherf-cker
’cause if y’all don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
throw your motherf-ckin’ fingers in the air
n-gg-, i’m living my live, f-cking your wife
bending her up while i’m holla red and i don’t give a f-ck
so i move like, like it such and y’all can’t get enough of the murderers
it’ll murda y’all, n-gg-, what, what
i know y’all are ready to die, know why
’cause the pain is too much to bare while alive
so i c-ck my nine, then close my eyes
take another hit and then crip and blow minds
these are hard times n-gg-s, in these streets and bust blind
out of fear, out of dispair, but never in the air
we gonna take this, point blank range in your range rover
pistol with the kids and rape your stray hoe
we the murderers, yo, what you expect from us?
we n-gg-s you can’t trust, that don’t really give a f-ck
we dedicated to street life, game and hustle
i don’t wanna be white, let them black and live for struggle
my n-gg-s tow guns for hittin’ you and your squad up
now we got the upper hand so keep your palms up
n-gg-s, if you want it with ja come in and line up
guaranteed, you be meeting your maker when you times up
negative, i can go into the streets we live
paper, foreign n-gg-s be murdering sh-t
so what, what, n-gg-s is holla, yo what up
murda inc. is the movement that won’t be touched
motherf-ckers, ya hear me, murder inc. n-gg-s
’cause if you don’t give a f-ck like we don’t give a f-ck
throw your motherf-cking fingers in the air
we don’t give a what, what
all of my ladies, it’s all gravy
get your tubs up, it’s murder, turn it up
plus, ain’t n-body hotter than totti
so who you riding with
ladies hating blatently hating ’cause they ain’t hiding
dismiss hot chick, straight to the top chick
that’ll chase you, that’ll strip you off your crown and replace you
when i stay laced boo, in the top of the line
in the finest designers from fendi and gabbana
players if you want it, i got it, just come and get it
thugs if you hustling, hustling, come and get it
mommy, if you rolling with totti, let’s get this dough off
we don’t give a f-ck! what!
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