We Still Don't Give A F**k
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Alright, alright, get your motherfucking guns up
Throw them guns up
Fuck that, in my motherfucking
This is how it's going down, this is
How it's going to motherfucking be
We still don't give a fuck
You know, for life
You know, for death
A knife will make 'em scream more
I got a Glock, what the fuck you think the thing for
Shed blood, man I keep it gangst'
When it's time to get it, understand we run bank
Who can line up with us?
I'm knee deep in the game
Play the block in the rain
Sell your mom's crib, dog, ain't shit changed
The world don't trust us, wood hall gutters
Parch city hustlers, shotgun motherfuckers
Put the gun away, bums, man I got these niggas
Tell Cadillac to chill, I'm 'bout to rock these niggas
Got your game sharp mane, cause you watching niggas
Now I'm back on top, can't stop me niggas
It's hard on life, man dog I'm hard with the dice
I ain't trying to poke your wife, man I'm gunning for ice
When you see me on the streets, nigga pray for your life
It's murder motherfucker, now you paying the price
Yo, yo, yo, yo
We get it right, cause we ain't the type for all the bullshit
Nigga front, give 'em the full clip
I back down your whole strip
Let off six, get low and reload quick
Stand up and fire again
Never test Murd', you could be a foe or a friend
We don't give a fuck, if it ain't Murd', you could get it
Yeah nigga, young, du-rag under the fitted
And I'm labeled as a problem for all y'all niggas
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Who y'all dudes know that come through on 23's shooting slow?
The gangsta Mac, I kill dudes fo' sho'
I ain't a game nigga, I be popping the bangs
At anyone of y'all niggas thinking he's locking this game
Y'all motherfuckers must be ready to die
You're fucking with the murderous side
Knowing that the murderers ride, so la-da-da-da
Who wanna get at me nigga?
Who am I? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Young Mac, dog, I'll clap you niggas
It's bad enough I live a thug life
Shit, I had to, crush shit up, throw it in bags and pitch
Night in and night out, now I'm clearing it out
When I spit out of my mouth, bitches know what I'm about
It's no looking back, tryna get out, it's time to stack
Work in, put it in, wait to know to get it back
Blood's thick, when money come that's real fact
It's here to dead, with a bitch, damn look at that
Who am I? It's Soul One, living to die
Before it's time, I'll be pushing the five
So y'all niggas better get it right
Or get it real fucked up
To 20 some odd shots, fucking flying through your truck
What's the deal? Wanna know how I feel, right now?
Ready to kill motherfuckers and lay niggas down
Fucking with niggas that's foul, fucking with niggas that's wild
Be lost, can't be found, and found somewhere drowned motherfucker
Knock, knock, who is it, the fucking Exquisite (Uhh)
Chucks spit for my bitches on federal visits
With the weed and the cot smuggling
Baby daddies on lock juggling
Cases, time faces
25, Bitch ride and bitch lie
Cause real chicks do their bid too, with kids too
And that's murder for real, bitch thuggery
Hood niggas love it, we gangsta, can't touch us
Yo, yo, yo, yo
We never lack, hop out of the 'Lac
Niggas better, get the firing or, get to running
When the fifth spit, gunning I'm leaving 'em numb and shit
Now he can't feel his legs and 15 minutes away from death
Let us pray, hop in the cut, remy-ed up
In the box, the Porsche on 18's
They ain't dubs but I keep 'em clean
And dope fiends off the nine and a half, boy they leaning
Whoever don't think shit stink, I leave 'em stinking
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
And we don't beg or borrow
We'll bury the bubble and buy another one tomorrow
Die, motherfucker, a head full of hollows
Closed caskets, them bastards in Impalas
Wanna lock us up, stop our rush
Pop the clutch, split a nigga back like a dutch
That's what's up, nigga, we still don't give a fuck