Vita
We Don’t Give A Fuck
[Tah Murda]
Yo, throw your motherfuckin middlefingers in the air, n***a
Cause if y'all don't give a fuck, like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin fingers in the air
Motherfucker, the war is on, we're gonna pour it on
N***as to be feminine
Guns rapidly sending them
For the love of the Benjamins
Keep em' leaking and bleeding
To dogs with his brawds trembling
I'm sending him, till the LORD calls my adrenaline
You slow mo, n***as getting slow dough
Fuck your po-po, I let the fo' blow
Keep em' running like Flo-Joe, I flow so
Sickest Murder!
Clip Inserter!
Drop Pop and ditch the burner
We lust for more, cats plush, crush the raw
Hit a clubs rush the door, n***as fuck the law
That's why we've been blazed til you frozen up
Hand grenades to the precinct til they close it up
I'm one in the mil, n***as got me gunning for real
Leaving you numb from the steel, so no pain to feel
So fuck the world! Y'all eat a dick
When you see this shit, skin no more than my thugs than your guns let off
[Black Child]
I earned connections, everytime I burn my weapon
Ya'll n***as gonna learn your lesson
Fuck the feds, n***a we spit hollow heads
Our motto is shed blood for dead thug
That shed blood in hell, when my slugs set bail
Pray for death from your cell, I hope Heaven got to jail
From pretty n***as, with half a nickel flow
Them bitch n***as, they keep their dimes on the low
Ya'll n***as is lame, commercial n***as get out the game
We here now, shits gonna change
We spit them things, from point blank range at you
Then ask what the fuck you goin' do, test the mic on your gun
Lose your life and your ones, I don't give a fuck where you from
N***as run when we come, I bust my gun
Cause I'm a bum from the gutter, You better know
It's Murda! Motherfucker!
Y'all ain't hear me
Y'all with me
Throw your fuckin fingers up, motherfucker
Cause if y'all don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin fingers in the air

[Ja Rule]
N***a, I'm, living my live, fucking your wife
Bending her up, while I'm holla red and I don't give a fuck
So I move like like it such, and ya'll can't get enough, of the murderers
It'll murda ya'll, n***a, what, what
I know yall are ready to die, know why
Cause the pain is too much to bare while alive
So I cock my nine, then close my eyes
Take another hit and then crip and blow minds
These are hard times n***as, in these streets and bust blind
Out of fear, out of dispair, but never in the air
We gonna take this, Point Blank range in your Range Rover
Pistol with the kids and rape your stray ho
We the Murderers, yo, what you expect from us
We n***as you can't trust, that don't really give a fuck
We dedicated to street life, game and hustle
I dont wanna be White
Let them black and build for the struggle
My n***as tow guns for hittin you and your squad up
Now we got the upper hand so keep your palms up
N***as, if you want it with Ja come in and line up
Guaranteed, you be meeting your maker when you times up
Negative, I can go into the streets we live
Paper, foreign n***as be murdering shit
So what, what, N***as is holla, yo what up
Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched
Motherfuckers, ya hear me, Murder Inc. n***as
Cause if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfucking fingers in the air!
[Vita]
We don't give a what, what
All of my ladies, it's all gravy
Get your tubs up
It's Murder, turn it up
Plus, ain't nobody hotter than Totti
So who you riding with
Ladies hating blatently hating cause they ain't hiding
Dismiss hot chick, straight to the top chick
That'll chase you, that'll strip you off your crown and replace you
When I stay laced boo, in the top of the line
In the finest designers, from Fendi and Gabbana
Players if you want it, I got it, just come and get it
Thugs if you hustling hustling, come and get it
Mommy if you rolling with Totti, let's get this dough off
We don't give a fuck! What!

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