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Στοίχοι: Eminem. We Don't Give A Fuck.

Olivia:

Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh
Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh

We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggers come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster

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 'cause you might, boy
Nigger 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 niggers in the whip A.K. banana clip
Wartime, frontline, nigger ride or running high
Everything alive dies Why X why, why cry?
Man up chump where we in is for the week
You can hold your own or get left for dead in the street

Olivia:

We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggers come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster

Tony Yayo:

Yeah Yeah

In the hood when I pop up
Minked up and wrapped up
Niggers ice grill cause he's old G's is washed up
I got a left like Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggers keen but they sweeted it; cookies and cream
Homie I got more blocks than Hakim the dream

That ain't task force money, that's Gun police
I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise
Cruising streets, stuntin in that maybach 62
Nigger run my dope 4 for 62, come on
A gram, my man, my plans to expand
Try to trixing you hooks to catscans

Olivia:

We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggers come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster, gangster

Lloyd Banks:

I got a crew o' schizo's behind me
I give em the word to wet your whole block up
Like the tsunami try me
Hey 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 tell 'em don't go tongue-lashing wit Lloyd
Niggers'll 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 'cause it's bulletproof glass in the toy
Yeah I'm flashy as fuck, mashin' with buck
Windows up blowing big cause the stash in the trunk

Olivia:

We, We don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster
Save your crew
Before I put a hit out on you
Before I let my niggers come threw
Ya'll little motherfuckers ain't gangster, gangster

Oeh