Tony Yayo - We Dont Give A A F**k Ft Olivia,lloyd Banks &50 Cent lyrics

[Olivia] Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh We, We don't give a f** about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherf**ers ain't gangsta Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my n***as come threw Ya'll little motherf**ers ain't gangsta, gangsta [Verse 1:50 Cent] Yeah I come creepin' through your hood in the day or the night, boy It's good that you ain't scared to die cuz you might, boy n***a cross the line, and my wolves will jump on you The beef escalade, they'll be back to dump on you They follow orders I tell 'em to let off that pump at you Before you snitch, yeah, see I know what you chumps will do Sunny day; hot fudge, vanilla, banana split Four n***a in the whip, A.K. banana clip Wartime, frontline, n***a ride or run and hide Everything alive dies Why ask why, why cry? Man up chump worrying is for the weak You can hold your own or get left for dead in the street [Olivia] We, We don't give a f** about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherf**as ain't gangsta Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my n***as come threw Ya'll little motherf**as ain't gangsta, gangsta [Verse 2:Tony Yayo] Yeah Yeah In the hood when I pop up Minked up and rocked up n***as ice grill cause these OG's is washed up I got a left like, winky right My pinky bright, my bank card will end your life n***as keen but they sweeter then; cookies and cream Homie I got more blocks then Hakim the dream That ain't task force money, that's Go-Ho-Lee I got my rap sheet in the ally with that fiend Denise Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62 n***a run my dope 4 for 62, come on up lam, my man, my plans to expand Try to trixing you hooks to catscans [Chorus:Olivia] We, We don't give a f** about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherf**as ain't gangsta Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my n***as come threw Ya'll little motherf**as ain't gangsta, gangsta [Verse 3:Lloyd Banks] Uh, Uh I got a few schizo's behind me I give no word to wet your whole block up Like the tsunami, try me If your mommy will be right in the lobby And they'll be feeding you jell-o Like you Bill Cosby Yeah everybody yelling, yeah, so the beef cooks And somebody gets hit in the melon Then they tellin' don't go tounge lashin' with Lloyd n***as will put stabs in your boy like Brad Pitt in troy You'll be shaking like a cuddy with his last bit of boy And I'll be calm cuz it's bulletproof gla** in the toy Yeah I'm flashy as f**, mashin' wit' buck Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk wha [Chrous:Olivia] We, We don't give a f** about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherf**as ain't gangsta Save your crew Before I put a hit out on you Before I let my n***as come threw Ya'll little motherf**as ain't gangsta, gangsta Oeh