I don't give a fuck, not a single fuck not a single solitary fuck I don't give a fuck motherfucker!
(Bo$$) I don't give a fuck about none of y'all! Big ballin' ass BO$$ takin' two to Ya head with a sawed off shotgun Give it up cuz I'm one crazed bitch! Rollin' thick, gang full of lunatics bailin Runnin' through the mud Escaped from the cell block searchin' for the got damn judge Cuz its simple to get revenge on a punk Pop the trunk, grab the pump and pull the trigger my nigga! From the jump kept fuckin' up, talkin' that same shit! So I snuck up and fucked up a gang a shit Bitches that's down and we found 'em The punk we caught 'em and clowned 'em Now the niggas stretched out from a murder case And don't mind doing again the shit That got me locked up in the first place BO$$'ll let the nine go BUCK! I truly don't give a fuck! -BO$$
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(Bo$$) Naw, not givin a fuck, not givin' a fuck about shit To me I see life Like its a bunch of fuckin' bullshit Cuz everybody's runnin' around with crooked scam An every fuckin minute I see a nigga' in a ambulance Just another dead body Niggas' got the streets sewn up, they goin out worse than John Gotti ! So for the year '92, I'm sayin fuck the motha fuckin feds I'd rather put some fuckin' heads to bed On a penny-annie punk talkin' junk I'll beat ya down so bad, ya own pops won't recognize ya Its better known as the first degree murder Causin' death and destruction Got niggas livin by the gun So make way here I come, its da bitch that Don't give a fuck You make another move ya get fucked up Cuz that's the name of the game its to either kill or be killed I'll pull the trigger on a nigga! Cuz I ain't the one to get played on, ya just get sprayed on Cluck! Cuz I don't give a fuck! -Dee
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(Bo$$) The gangs livin' in a world where the undergrounds dwellin' Do or die or get done Ya cap'll get peeled take it from a real Bitch droppin' motha fuckin' facts Strapped with a big black gat, under a trench on my back For motha fuckas talkin' cash shit, the BO$$'ll get drastic And put the motha fucka in a casket You can't last wit, bitches on the game tip and Cant hang wit bitches blowin' out brains quick Anotha day anotha dead ass bitch, so grab the gat! Dee, take them niggas back....... -BO$$
I'm a take ya back in the day so niggas get 'em up When niggas was rough And tough but now a days you just get buck When ya fuck, wit a bitch Baller, ya caught in a manslaughter When shes takin' the life of one of your sons or daughters Cuz back then tha'ts just the way shit went Bitches'll blow ya ass up, in a motherfuckin minute Ya ask whyyyy?......... We don't give a fuck! -Dee
AK 47, Mossberg, buck, buck from the glock Any motherfucker that step up fuck around and catch a bad one Boss is in the house! Slaughterhouse, do this shit Prepare your motherfuckin' selves, 'cause the shit is comin' It's a motherfuckin', storm, so Boss, and Dee, fuck that shit
I got you motherfuckers scared in the midst of a dead heat Back the fuck up, or get played like Monopoly Boss was the shit from the getty up, yeah, huh The Dee was the shit, the minute my father straight bust his nut
He created a mad bitch, and now it's for the nigga to pitch a bitch 'Cause, I was known to be that misfit Or the black sheep, of the family Sent to reform school, since my parents couldn't handle me
I did nothin' but, dirt while all of my homies played worse I was hittin' niggaz, where it hurts In the back of they dome, I had a nickel plated chrome aimin' I didn't have no home trainin'
But back to the drawing board Back in ninety three, when I was released out the mental ward For playin' games with helter skelter That's how his ass got, done, he caught a bad one
Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one
Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one
The only shit I ever had a lot of in my life was some bank moves I needed loot, so I said fuck it, and started pullin' gank moves I ain't the type you wanna trust or turn your back towards So, never slip, you stupid bitch or I'm gettin' yours
Schemin' with my chrome, boy The Boss got an AK, aimin' like a temp at your dome boy So fuck a homeboy, we was never down fool We blazed blunts, but that don't mean we fuckin' cool
See, I was taught at an early age, it pays to get a gauge In the streets, they try to play a nigga weak I'm buckin' 'em down with two shots And fuck your road dawgs, got enough bullets for the whole block
And now, the city bitch is pretty pissed, rollin' in my Lincoln Leavin' blood scattered when I'm creepin' Now everybody's scared, I fill 'em full of lead Bullet wounds to head motherfuckers' dead
Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one
Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one
Two to the head, that's exactly what you get Whenever you fuckin' with a lunatic I'm out to be gettin' deep down in your shit See, my sisters are easily tempered Therefore, I don't be givin' a fuck Anything that moves, I'm buckin' 'em down
You better duck, duck down from the bullet Real G's fingers on the trigger, and still afraid to pull it Look around, bitches on a underground level Listen to my cut as the buckshot settle
And the blow to the dome buck, buck was the sound of my nine Ringin' out, then I draw them in the slaughterhouse To get slaughtered, blow 'em out the water Real quick in a hurry, 'cause niggaz be actin' scurry
In my hood, wish you would, pull some punk shit Bitches up to no good, niggaz better duck quick Run up if they come, gettin' paid by the gun You slept around, you fucked around, you caught a bad one
Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one
Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one
Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one
Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one Fuck around and catch a bad one
Guess who? The down ass bitch Boss Speakin' on how ya dick'll be getting' shot clear the fuck off! If ya keep talkin' that shit 'cuz all bitches ain't hoes And I'm-a be the one to let ya stray ass know, niggaro
So many bitches ya keep a file on 'em' state to state dick Ya draws got too many motha fuckin' miles on 'em But then again so many fakin' the fuck claimin' they getting' it But on the real they really ain't getting shit
Steadily stressin' you knockin' the boots yo nigga please You's a nappy headed havin', hoe ass rooty poot G And any bitch can see for her damn self Niggas that's talkin' the most shit ain't even buldgin' up under them belts
Ya fake ass wanna be a pimp mother fucker! Ya heard me right brother, this bitch here don't stutter You no where next to the pimp you wanting to be, oh no Getting your nut on the solo from get go was a no no!
Don't even think about steppin' to me see! I'm tellin' ya like it iz nigga I know the fuckin' recipe
Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe) Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe) Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe
If yous a tramp ass nigga or no good nigga you get dissed quick! But ain't no tellin' ya know my personalities split I could just gank you for your shit without a warning or fuck it Shoot you now and get all this shit over with by the morning
Fuck yeah I'm feelin' on full too shit Another reason ya hoe cards pulled fool I'm down with all this shit you poppin' hell fuck Naw I don't wanna put a stoppin' to your hoe hoppin'
'Cuz when ya' runnin' the motha fuckin' streets In between the sheets every week screwin' freak after freak Boss is straight kickin' in the do' at ya crib With enough time to kill a 40 O.Z. that's how I live!
Jackin' for cash and jewelry and all that shit Then off to the pawn shop to get another fat ass grip And that's exactly how it is G on the real tip, tip, tip I know the fuckin' recipe
Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe) Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe) Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
And ya too cool ass niggas tickle me ain't nothin' stranger Than you thinkin' that yous a big dick dangler 'Cuz nothing's goin on but this rent so I wish you would Come with that dick shit, fuck you and ya' manhood
Huh! respect for a nigga, I ain't got it see Perverted ass rusty bastards, be all musty and shit B Then always wanna hug up you say, "What up?" They ready to stick it in, I ain't no mingler So I'm puttin' up my middle finger yo!
I'm through with all the bullshit (Awww bitch eat a dick up till ya hiccup) Naw trick! Eat this clit up till' ya spit up Ya need to be givin this shit up bet ya didn't know humpin' Everything that wiggle and jiggle will make that dick shrivel
Punks be wit ya on, and on, and on till' the break a dawn Once ya pregnant its a different segment The nigga gone with the quickness! Only thing you'll get from the B Is put quick on the shit list!
So to the ladies if you're asking Me how I figure they just some mo No good, pussy hungry ass Niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas, niggas
Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe) Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe) Yep ya gotta, yep yep ya gotta Ya gotta let a hoe be a hoe, hoe (Gotta let a hoe be a hoe)
Yo, man, fuck that, man Niggas be on some real bullshit Yo, I'll bust that nigga ass, get the fuck outta here Yo, what the fuck is up, bitch? Where the fuck you been at, man?
Yo, man word is bond niggas in here be frontin' niggas can't get off that ol' bullshit Word up, man, fuck that, knahmsayin'?
Yo, I'm muh'fuckin' sticky fuckin' fingas, knahmsayin'? Fuck that, and this motherfuckin' bitch Boss And word is bond I want you to tell these motherfuckers How we livin' Boss, tell 'em
Broke as a goddamn joke Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few short Couple of hundred bucks, so fuck the rent My share of that shit got spent on some Newports So yankin' many motherfuckers is my new sport
I'm ready to blast and kill for a rap deal Fuck the landlord and the gas bill, we don't give a fuck We sickin' shit of livin' shabby Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to Cali
Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell Got into some shit befo' we even reached the hotel Fuck the dumb shit, gotta get rich at the same time 'Cause niggas steady throwin' up they gang sign
No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze But it's cool, these bitches 'bout to slang ki's So on my hip goes a pager, ? major It's two bad behavior bitches that got gangsta flavor
See a punk, kill a punk and then we mug 'em quick Out to get paid, motherfuck this strugglin' shit Bullshit's nothin' to a bitch with no emotions Tell 'em how the fuck you livin', I'm livin? like loc'd
Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, bitch niggas get smoked Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd And all the bitch ass niggas can suck my dick
Buck, buck, then I let the trigger loose Motherfuckers better duck, but it ain't no goddamn duck duck goose Haven't you heard of this murderous bitch crawlin' slow? And puttin' lead to the head of my foes on the down low
'Cause all we got we fuckin' tooken it Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, fuck footin' it Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed Down to [Incomprehensible] spot Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n shit
'Cause niggas'll never drop the dirt Do we're layin' niggas on they back Then actin' like we never even fuckin' knew ya Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath Goddamn, what a motherfuckin' bloody mess
Sleepin' on benches, turned us into roguest bitches We jumpin' fences from the feds through puddles and ditches Goin' out, don't give a fuck if I get smoked Yo, at least I'm goin' out loc'd
And for any bitch beefin' then the Boss will have to put a Ass full of my foot for fuckin' with the butchers Fuck next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon Nine double m's for the 187 'Cause I'm nothin' but a mag totin' bitch, smokin' fifty bags Rollin' niggas up like the motherfuckin' zig zag
Understand this bitch never ? mine Or catch two into your chest with the Tec 9 'Cause ever since the days of way back I never played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat
I fill gats, so how the fuck you figure, nigga Put you in kill range 'til you feel pain from the trigga, nigga When gangsta bitches just can't cope niggas are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life loc'd
Who am I to flip a wicked bitch? Business is business But now the revelation has revealed How the Bo$$ bitch is trying to get rich And doing a good job And rippin' up the pavement with 'nuff shit
Oh shit, I think I jumped into a maze And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz in a daze Some kind of way I have become a slave, yes sir masta, no sir masta I work fasta, even if it means my brain being tampered with
Fuck it, at least I got rid of the pamper Later on I mix up with some G's Kickin' it on the corner curb Talkin' about expanding to Pittsburgh
I'm out here on the cut smokin' bud with Macaroni Instead of us servin' niggas this fucka's tryin' to bone me But I ain't trying to hear this Bitch made elf I ain't in the mood 'cause I don't fuck around with the help, bastard
If it wasn't for the dope that we got stashed in the casket I'd have your ass hit then watch the fool die trickin' While I be countin' crispy ass dollars Like Louisiana fried chicken
And takin' a sip of his favorite drink At the grave as I stare through the shade, your shit still stinks I wasn't tryin' to see an explanation 'cause As far as I'm concerned the only way to progress Is through elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to go The Bo$$, no loss At whatever the cost Elimination Got's to go, yeah, got to go
Time is running, out I'm still self employed They talking this Pitt shit but I'm tryin' to get back to Detroit Fuck it if I need to do these niggas I'm a do 'em too And step the fuck off as if I never knew them fools
See ya, now the shit is going my way I'm hittin' the highway, no mo' drive by's in my drive way This is what's happening I'm finally at my destination I ain't one of 'dem bitches tryin', I gotta get crackin' fuck a curling iron
I'll get that shit did later meanwhile I'm on some ol' Bucka a sucka quick shit fo paper And I'm disectin' at the same time progressin' Eliminating like a lunatic shootin' quick
Call it what you want but I'll be brief I don't trust a motherfucker Unless a motherfucker is me, G Getting' sweated is just an inspiration
So I don't regret it when you get your BC date 'Cause it's all about elimination Got to go, yeah, got to go
Fuck up and I'll have yo ass hitch hikin' From Idaho, yo, Bo$$ is knockin' out silly shit Let me hit this Philly spliff Now, it's time to really trip
I gettin the feelin' that these niggas Is into my shit Plus, the munchies got me wanting a burger But first the murder
Knockin' em off was a cinch but I'm stuck And ain't no way that I'm a rest my head on Another bench, fuck I'm sick of this shit, let me slip into this alley
And try to fly as high as I can get With 200 blunts and 100 spliffs Tryin' to make it to Detroit, Detroit
Now every member of my click is in his grave I'm truly the BO$$ bitch now, nobody's slave, how do I plea? Listen, I'll neva give an explanation 'cause as far as I'm concerned The only way to progress is through elimination
Gots to go, yeah, got to go The Bo$$, no loss At whateva the cost Elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to go The Bo$$, no loss At whateva the cost Elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to go The Bo$$, no loss At whateva the cost Elimination
Got's to go, yeah, got to go Bo$$, teach her a lesson
