We Don't Give A ***-Ja Rule/The Murderers/Black Child/Tah Murdah/Vita

Yo, throw your motherf**kin' middle fingers in the air, ni**a 'Cause if y'all don't give a f**k, like we don't give a f**k Throw your motherf**kin' fingers in the air Motherf**ker, the war is on, we're gonna pour it on Niggas to be feminine, guns rapidly scenative For the love of the Benjamins Keep 'em leekin' an' bleekin' to dogs with his broads tremblin' I'm sendin' him 'til the Lord, calls my adrenalin You slow mo, niggas gettin' slow dough F**k your po'-po', I let the flow blow Keep em' runnin' like Flo Jo, I flow so Sickest murder, clip inserter, drop, pop an' rip your word up We lust for more, can't touch crush the rope Hit a club, then rush the door, niggas f**k the known That's why we've been blazed, to you, froze it up Had your name to the crease so you closed it up I'm one in a mil, niggas got me gunnin' for real Leavin' you nothin' to steal, so no pain to feel So f**k the world, ya either get when you see the sink skin No more than my thugs than your guns let off I earned connections, every time I burn my weapon Y'all niggas gonna learn your lesson F**k the Feds, ni**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 won't bet we got to jail From pretty niggas with half a nickel flow Them b**ch niggas, they keep their dimes on the low Y'all niggas is lame, commercial niggas, get out the game We here now, sh*t's gonna change We spit them things from point blank range at you Then ask what the f**k you gon' do Test the mic on your gun, lose your life an' your ones I don't give a f**k where you from, niggas run when we come I bust my gun 'cause I'm a bum from the gutter You better know it's murda, motherf**ker Y'all ain't hear me, y'all with me Throw your f**kin' fingers up, motherf**ker 'Cause if y'all don't give a f**k like we don't give a f**k Throw your motherf**kin' fingers in the air Ni**a, I'm livin' my life, f**kin' your wife Bendin' her up while I'm hollerin', I don't give a f**k So I move like like it such and y'all can't get enough Of The Murderers, it'll murda y'all, ni**a, what, what? I know y'all 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 an' then creep an' blow minds These are hard times, niggas, in these streets an' bust blind Out of fear, out of despair but never in the air We gonna take to this, point blank range in your Range Rov' Pistol with the kids an' R**e your stray hoe We The Murderers, yo, what you expect from us? We niggas you can't trust, that don't really give a f**k We dedicated to street life, game an' hustle I don't wanna be white, let them black an' live for struggle My niggas tote guns for hittin' you an' your squad up Now we got the upper hand, so keep your palms up Niggas, if you want it with Ja, come in an' line up Guaranteed you be meetin' your Maker, your times' up Negative, I can go into the streets we live Paper, foreign niggas be murderin' sh*t So what, what? Niggas is holla, Yo, what up? Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched Motherf**kers, ya hear me? Murder Inc., niggas 'Cause if you don't give a f**k like we don't give a f**k Throw your motherf**kin' fingers in the air 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 ridin' with? Ladies hatin' blatantly hatin''cause they ain't hidin' Dismiss hot chick, straight to the top chick That'll chase you, that'll strip you Off your crown an' replace you When I stay laced, boo, in the top of the line In the finest designers, from Fendi an' Gabbana Players, if you want it, I got it, just come an' get it Thugs, if you hustlin', hustlin', come an' get it Mommy, if you rollin' with Totti, let's get this dough off We don't give a f**k, what?