We Don't Give Fuck

Ja Rule · Other Songs - Ja Rule

Yo, throw your motherfuckin' middle fingers in the air, nigga

'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



Niggas to be feminine, guns rapidly scenative

For the love of the Benjamins

Keep em' leeking and bleeking

To dogs with his brawds trembling



I'm sending him, till the LORD calls my adrenalin

You slow mo, niggas getting slow dough

Fuck your po-po, I let the flow blow

Keep em' running like Flo-Joe, I flow so



Sickest Murder! Clip Inserter!

Drop Pop and rip your wordah

We lust for more, can't touch, crush the rope

Hit a clubs rush the door, niggas fuck the [unverified]



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 gunning for real

Leaving you nothing to steal, so no pain to feel



So fuck 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

Fuck the feds, nigga 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 bitch niggas, they keep their dimes on the low



Y'all niggas is lame, commercial niggas 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

Niggas 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



Nigga, 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 y'all can't get enough of the murderers

It'll murda y'all, nigga, 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 and then crip and blow minds



These are hard times niggas, 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 hoe



We The Murderers, yo, what you expect from us?

We niggas you can't trust, that don't really give a fuck

We dedicated to street life, game and hustle

I don't wanna be white, let them black and live for struggle



My niggas tow guns for hittin' you and your squad up

Now we got the upper hand so keep your palms up

Niggas, 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 niggas be murdering shit

So what, what, Niggas is holla, yo what up

Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched



Motherfuckers, ya hear me, Murder Inc. niggas

'Cause if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck

Throw your motherfucking 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 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!