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ruff ryders - we don't give a fuck lyrics

artist: drag-on, fiend
alb-m: ruff ryders – ryde or die volume three: in the ‘r’ we trust
song: we don’t give a f-ck

[drag-on]
yeah, yeah, volume three
real disrespectful on the one unc’, uh-huh
i ain’t got no more respect for these n-gg-z, uh-uh
icepick, where the f-ck your knife at?

now who the f-ck wanna ryde with this gangsta n-gg-, thug n-gg-
.38 snub busters, slugs rush ya
i should be in anger management cl-ss, the way i’m aimin a mac
that’s how i let off frustration pertainin my past
murder ya block, then drag’s wavin at cabs
feds is on cars that’s why they give him on-star
straight blood, when i walk in, throw on the red light bulbs
then i throw my pinky ring on and writin up the club
i’m all real, y’all slight thugs, i’m just like
them arabs, f-ck a gat, i use a knife
keep my d-ck sucked like, straws in soda
y’all know the deal like, cards and poker, huh?
i’m a monster on the street, i’ll play all strips
i’ll beat down lyrics and stomp out beats and dump out clips
if i ain’t got it i crack knuckles on jaws, stab a couple on tour
y’all f-ggots never knuckled up before, b-tch

[chorus 2x: fiend]
we don’t give a f-ck about none a y’all (none a y’all)
i’m talkin bout all y’all (all y’all)
don’t make me grab the thing and get to runnin y’all (runnin y’all)
every single motherf-ckin one of y’all (one of y’all)

[drag-on]
listen up..
i bought a yellow banana six cause the way i peel off
tommy gun banana clip, if you thinkin i’m soft
this’ll silence yo’ -ss quick, put a apple on the tip
then go sip, apple martinis and laugh about this sh-t
n-gg-z wanna look at my chest, n-gg- watch your eyes
cause, drag’ll give you his change and give you a surprise
cause when i ride, i put a heart in them n-gg-z and get ’em live
then let my toast, put the ghost in n-gg-z and watch it rise
yeah i look out for my n-gg-z, but i’m not a town hero
when i walk, i set fire to the floor like ground zero
i’m the reason n-gg-z jumpin out of buildings, sh-t
they better let that hard ground kill ’em then they run down sizzlin
got a hundred hidden guns in the wall where i live
so the only way i’m fightin for the wall is they comin to my crib
double-r motherf-cker, we runnin this sh-t
cause every time we put in our guns y’all runnin and sh-t, b-tch

[chorus]

[drag-on]
listen, i wasn’t born with stats, but i might stand while y’all was young
i used to be on the cheese line cause i was born to be a rat
my race is like a pizza pie, y’all can get a slice
and it won’t be just them arabs runnin around with they face wrapped
so if you a thug – throw these slugs!
and not at my vest, throw it at my mug
cause my n-gg-z’ll get y’all back, love is love
cause we all family and n-gg- blood is blood
i never back down, i put backs on grounds
that’ll make your mother pull out that all-black gown
man f-ck this track, listen to how i sound
that’s your block, that’s your city, that’s your town?
bladoooow! it’s mines now
cause i ain’t drop a alb-m in two years, it’s time now
cause i know y’all all laughin, playin your john madden
’til me and my n-gg-z kick open the door like {-boom-}

[chorus] – 2x

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