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showbiz & a.g. - we don't care lyrics

[a.g.]
uhh, uhh, uhh, that’s right
a.g., that’s right
finesse what’s poppin my n-gga
n-gga scraggs this sh-t sound crazy
i’m straight dirt
got this sh-t soundin real nice
d.i. and all that, show where you at my n-gga?
bx n-gga, let’s go

i empty eagles if you think you the fifth beatle
i’m evil, the left’ll lean you, but the tec’ll leave you
now joe buddens must’ve pumped you up
n-ggas’ll air you out, lay you down and slump you up
nah – y’all can’t beat him and i die for my freedom
cover yout team in sheets, you would think it was a klan’s meeting
i’m sick with a screwdriver, i got screws loose
the fifth’ll make ’em sh-t on theyself – i call it prune juice
follow the path that made pun sell
i throw my index and my thumb and represent my son l
that’s ’til the lights go off
you gotta build/bill gates around your house cause you microsoft
and it’s time to get this thunder off
i come across some heat, beats made by the underboss
make it do somersaults

[hook]
we don’t care – i make it hot on your block n-gga
we’re not scared of you – what you thinkin that you gangsta?
we don’t care – thugs make slugs fly dawg
we’re not scared of you – and no i’m not a k!ller but
we don’t care – can’t take my life without a fight n-gga
we’re not scared of you
say my name and i’mma – be right there
we all know that semi auto boy – will put air in you

[a.g.]
i’m straight dirt when i come around, do it like the alamo
send mainstream n-ggas underground with this hundred round calico
you had to know i’m a casanov’
that don’t matter though, cause the mac’ll throw…back
his mommy held his body but he ain’t there
and when homicide knock for me they say – he ain’t here
and i run to avoid the sentence
my n-ggas call me a, you’d think they tryin to get my attention
and f-ck what you say n-gga this is raw
we let the streets judge, you wanna take this to court
i got 12 motherf-ckers that’ll plan your fate
got sentenced to a lake in a van upstate
so why you f-ckin with a
my n-gga boldfingaz glide on them keys like i’m f-ckin with ray

[hook]

[a.g.]
i shoot the fifth with shane mosley, like james posey
i get grizzly, just for thinkin we ain’t dirty
remain dingy, i’m past crazy, i’m 8:30
off the hizzy, up in v-a like i’m missy
and i wish he, wouldn’t come to me though
and cause you got a scarface don’t mean youse a young pacino
youse as dumb as dino, and you about to be extinct
i’ll have your girl wearin black same day she wearin pink
with the powder blue diesel and a link, i had to do it
even had her do it on the sink, how a master do it
she feel like paradise when a be with her
she swallow crazy i call her the babysitter
and i ain’t got no young’uns, i just take n-ggas and son ’em
like mr. drummond i’m gone – where’s the h-rns?

[hook] – to fade

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