Guerilla Black - I Don't Give a f** lyrics

[Hook] I got my nine in my pocket and I'm ready to bust And if it came down to it I wouldn't (give a f**) About these b**h-a** n***as, I just don't (give a f**) About these trick-a** hoes, I just don't (give a f**) I got my nine in my pocket and I'm ready to bust And if it came down to it I wouldn't (give a f**) About these b**h-a** n***as, I just don't (give a f**) About these trick-a** hoes, I just don't (give a f**) About y'all [Verse 1: Snoop] Yeah, who smokin'? who drankin'? who f**in'? Cause, it really ain't about nothin' Push the bu*ton if ya down with the PG My n***a Fly did this beat, this sh** is greasy He holla'd at me about turnin' this mutha out Met a n***a in Chi-town at the Bishop house No doubt, Midwest Side, with the nutty East Side Had no other choice but to make it rizz-zide Now I gotta slizz-zide, bizz-ack up in traffic I got the boombastic, hit you off with a cla**ic Terrifically, police doggs be sniffin' me That's probably why I catch a private jet like frequently This is ineek-quity, nah it's inequity That's when you put your money down on some property And get ya chips right, and move like monopoly And do this sh** properly, ain't none of y'all stoppin' me [Verse 2: Guerilla Black] Uh-huh, yuh Caucasians say I'm so amazin' But all the n***as be like "that ain't Nathan" Hell, you dealin' with a monster Talk sh**, I'll hunt ya Like a predator, I k** all competitors Nothin' does a body more better than ten shots Break his bones with the bat, wrap him in glad lock Find a stash spot where the smell don't seep through Or alibi the titty bar, the girls well see through Come near, see how I drop chips on the Buccaneers I know you hate us, heart broke up like the Raiders Up in San Diego, I got the ticket high Cause I got to fly way up in Waco Peruvian yayo, freshly imported Take a tool, burn ya nose off like [?] n***a [Hook] I got my nine in my pocket and I'm ready to bust And if it came down to it I wouldn't (give a f**) About these b**h-a** n***as, I just don't (give a f**) About these trick-a** hoes, I just don't (give a f**) I got my nine in my pocket and I'm ready to bust And if it came down to it I wouldn't (give a f**) About these b**h-a** n***as, I just don't (give a f**) About these trick-a** hoes, I just don't (give a f**) About y'all