Big Punisher - We Don't Care lyrics

Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P. Latins goin' Platinum baby! Yeah yeah, yeah Uh, year 2000 Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry) (I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry) Yeah, yeah, yeah Terror Squadians Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh, yeah) We rock the party and Yeah! I tear the club up, pull up in the Humer with Pun My f**in' brother, makin' motherf**ers run for cover The number runner son, I'm nothin' but a hustler Burnin rubber with d**, stuffed up in the muffler Shut the f** up! Bust a slug through your jugular Plus s**ers get f**ed up with golf clubs, never front on us T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby So if they B.S., we deeper than the you.S. Navy You ain't crazy, laid up in the club like what? With all the ladies, showin us nothin' but love Guzzlin eighty, proof to truth, straight to the gut In a Mercedes, Coupe f**ed up doin a buck If Jakes chase me, I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin' my luck It's all gravy, puffin the blunt, blazin' it up Maybe you hate me, 'cause your baby mom's on my nuts She wanna rape me, just because I'm s**y as f** So n***a what? [Chorus] Tear the club up! 'cause we don't care E'rybody strip Yeah we don't care Shoot the place up! Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-AH!) We don't care! (nah hah!) Yeah we don't care T. Squaders Yes, yeah we don't care f** you n***a! Nah we don't care (nuh-ah) We don't care (nuh-ah!) We don't care! (nah hah!) Yo, I'm livin' in mansions, give me the Spanish props I got to have it Loadin' and bustin' a mac, did sh** in the past Was grabbin' the girls on they a**es Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws My trigger got no heart n***a, I'm blowin' apart liver And holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin' the spot Baby better head for the hills, my n***as wild for the night My lead ready to peel this sh** really real My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill My dick quick to k**, we fittin to ill No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers Sour the grapes for those opposin' the Squaders Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama I'ma keep it funky for homies livin' tomorrow You f**in' with scholars, street knowledge Carter kids stuck to the projects Go ahead keep checkin that mall And me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips Keep talkin' that dumb sh** like you want it Yeah when are you gonna buck sh** ? this mug sh** [Chorus] Uh Yeah Big Punisher Cuban Link Terror Squad Y'all wanna party? gon' party our way Anything goes The code of the streets, what what?