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We Don't Give A Fuck
8Ball & MJG
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Here comes the muthafuckin MJG pimp tight
In your muthafuckin hood, like that shit be understood
We ain't stoppin nigga nah, we ain't fallin, we ain't quittin
When you see me wanna stop, nigga we all bullshittin
In this muthafucka with a sucker rush, I put them thangs on him
Make him see some stars, then rain on him, keep your aim on him
It ain't all about the hen and the hay
You see me in the streets, I bet you think I wanna play
Look here I ain't got time
Look at me close but through all the bullshit, seein me blind
I got a purpose in this muthafucka
I'm here to show if I can make it, you can make it in this muthafucka
Ain't no other brother gonna do it for you
He might help but when it all boils down, still in it for yourself
You got a family, I got a family, and goddammit
It's time to let that real ass man in me take a stand for me
I got plans to be set tight
It ain't shit finna fuck up my plans to get right
Shit might seem way out of reach, but fuck negative
Better give with better thangs, to touch better shit
Fuck you, you, you and you
And all the sneaky shit that your ass tryin to do
You been peepin on my pimpin lookin for a downfall
You phony and I ain't gon even hang around y'all
I found y'all niggas to be false
And fake ass hoes for the fame
What they do? They gon give it up
Put your hand in my shit, I breaks it off
Eightball and MJG, we don't give a fuck
Yeah, straight out the mind of a nigga who done seen the light
Up all night, tryin to figure out why shit ain't right
Uptight, ecstasy done got the best of me
Got me grittin my teeth and I can't go to sleep
Feel the beat, bump ba-bump
Beatin up a nigga back, bout to bust out the trunk
We crunk, we dump, if a nigga want funk
But I don't really think them muthafuckas want none
Pimp nigga, south nigga, runnin his mouth nigga
Pull out a map and choose another route nigga
Prisoner of war and I can't get out nigga
Masked face, drop it off like it's a drought nigga
Suave House nigga, Big Ball and MJ
Space Age Pimpin, doin it the playa way
Underground independent, makin mo' dough
Hustlin cause no dough is a no-no
Fuck hoes, let me hold somethin I can fold
Thinkin you fly when that shit you poppin is old
Cold blooded like Rick with this rap shit
And if a nigga wanna scrap shit, I don't give a fuck
Fuck you, you, you and you
And all the sneaky shit that your ass tryin to do
You been peepin on my pimpin lookin for a downfall
You phony and I ain't gon even hang around y'all
I found y'all niggas to be false
And fake ass hoes for the fame
What they do? They gon give it up
Put your hand in my shit, I breaks it off
Eightball and MJG, we don't give a fuck
Yeah, I got that pimp shit you wanna roll with, stay in control with
Stay on your toes with, never fold with, but hold with
Mack on the hoes with, eat lunch, change clothes with
Rollin on 4 leans to the side, fo' fo's with
Plenty of tint, I got my windows blacked in
Soon as you ride clean, you let them haters back in
Bitches be actin like soap operas
Fuck you hoes, go and see you a dope doctor
Shit that you tryin baby, I'm already done with it
You be the fifth, I be the muthafuckin one with it
I got my nuts, and my guts, and my heart in it
Give me a crack, and see if I don't put a part in it
From the start in it, we had heart in it to win it
Thirty birdies, straight love like tennis
Rhyme menace, finish all point shavers
Bump and grind until we make our shit major
Until then you can hit me on the pager
1-800-Big Ball, hip-hop savior
Remember that and we gon keep it on the cool
Smoke and act a fool and take rookies to school
Veteran MC, purple ribbon pedigree
Tennessee MC, Mr. B.I.G. and MJG
Hard from the fuckin start, hard from the fuckin start
Cause we don't give a fuck
Fuck you, you, you and you
And all the sneaky shit that your ass tryin to do
You been peepin on my pimpin lookin for a downfall
You phony and I ain't gon even hang around y'all
I found y'all niggas to be false
And fake ass hoes for the fame
What they do? They gon give it up
Put your hand in my shit, I breaks it off
Eightball and MJG, we don't give a fuck
Crossin the sands of Babylon
Point shavers set traps and ambushes
Space Age hoes use hypnotic touches and aromas
Extraterrestrial bitches, puttin tricks in comas
As I hover above the slums
Two hundred and twenty miles per hour
Smokin orange juice, sniffin information
Lovin life, bitch I don't give a fuck
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