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DJ 600 V - Don´t Give a Fuck Lyrics




[ Featuring Ron-G ]

If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell them hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up
If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell the hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up

Never was the type cat, to be out playing no games
Or take time to trade words with f*cking birds in my face
Cuzz cowards take that for weakness, and try to run up between
Me and money I'm try to make, so I don't let them set up shop around my place
Ya'll muthaf*ckas bout to check some new game
And I guarantee it's gone rearrange yo whole damn brain
It's time to take rap back to real nigga days
Of the 'eating from triple beams', talking with AK's
Half of you rappers wouldn't have shit to say
Verse1 continued
That would really hold any weight, because yo gimmick is fake
But my gimmick is that I got no gimmicks, nothing but trill
Nothing like 360 ways to get killed
Nothing like seeing me die, and come back so real
F*ck PowerHouse to the police, ya'll can't make me yield
But ya'll can make me kill, cuzz I'm dying for mines
And I'm back on the firing line, aiming straight at yo spine

If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell them hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up
If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell the hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up

Let's get it straight, it ain't no bitch in my blood
The same nigga you met from day 1, still ain't giving a f*ck
I'm not the one to go round starting up beef
So don't be starting with me, unless you bringing some heat
But if you brining some heat, you better know what you doing
Cuzz I'm an ex 'G.I. JOE' nigga, straight up fresh out the unit
Ya'll out there claiming ya'll soldiers, but bitch, we really went thru it
Ask the League bout how I had P. Barkey scared of my music
F*cking making excuse, and f*cking hiding on floors
He wouldn't open the door, because he's really a whore
And exposing you f*cking cowards, a talent I hold with pride
When you f*cking round with real niggas, any bitch that's in yo heart just cannot hide
You see I came right back with more heat for you, guts
Verse 2 continued
Got an army of starving soldiers, bout to tear this bitch
Snatch up yo 'franchise' f*cking rapper, Marshall, have him for lunch
I bet you thought this shit was over, but it's only begun

If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell them hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up
If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell the hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up

I gotta doozie for Woozie, yo, one day I might just loose it
And pop his head straight from his body, and oop it
Cuzz my time is my f*cking, and my mind is on making money
I got 3 kids and a wife, so I ain't seeing shit funny
And I ain't the big dummy, ya'll hoes might think
I was out there running the streets, before you could stand up and pee
I was off in the middle east, while you was still in yo teens
But now you wanna try to play me like you smarter than G
You just wasting time, give up, cuzz the world is mines
I'm running yo punkass, so get yo people in line
Go handle my f*cking biz, don't make me have to crack whips and clips
Like a ghetto pimp would slap the lips off a bitch
I ain't go lie, the first time, I lost hella shit
But in the training round, the knowledge found was payment for that
So I'm campaigning for war, done skipped again out on prison
And I coming for what is mines, I really hope that you listening
HOOK
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If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell them hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up
If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell the hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up

Never was the type cat, to be out playing no games
Or take time to trade words with f*cking birds in my face
Cuzz cowards take that for weakness, and try to run up between
Me and money I'm try to make, so I don't let them set up shop around my place
Ya'll muthaf*ckas bout to check some new game
And I guarantee it's gone rearrange yo whole damn brain
It's time to take rap back to real nigga days
Of the 'eating from triple beams', talking with AK's
Half of you rappers wouldn't have shit to say
Verse1 continued
That would really hold any weight, because yo gimmick is fake
But my gimmick is that I got no gimmicks, nothing but trill
Nothing like 360 ways to get killed
Nothing like seeing me die, and come back so real
F*ck PowerHouse to the police, ya'll can't make me yield
But ya'll can make me kill, cuzz I'm dying for mines
And I'm back on the firing line, aiming straight at yo spine

If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell them hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up
If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell the hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up

Let's get it straight, it ain't no bitch in my blood
The same nigga you met from day 1, still ain't giving a f*ck
I'm not the one to go round starting up beef
So don't be starting with me, unless you bringing some heat
But if you brining some heat, you better know what you doing
Cuzz I'm an ex 'G.I. JOE' nigga, straight up fresh out the unit
Ya'll out there claiming ya'll soldiers, but bitch, we really went thru it
Ask the League bout how I had P. Barkey scared of my music
F*cking making excuse, and f*cking hiding on floors
He wouldn't open the door, because he's really a whore
And exposing you f*cking cowards, a talent I hold with pride
When you f*cking round with real niggas, any bitch that's in yo heart just cannot hide
You see I came right back with more heat for you, guts
Verse 2 continued
Got an army of starving soldiers, bout to tear this bitch
Snatch up yo 'franchise' f*cking rapper, Marshall, have him for lunch
I bet you thought this shit was over, but it's only begun

If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell them hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up
If you don't give a f*ck, throw yo middle finger up
Tell them, bitches, they can suck on yo muthaf*cking nuts
Dog, we don't give a f*ck, and we bout to tear it up
Tell the hatas, back up, before they get f*cked up

I gotta doozie for Woozie, yo, one day I might just loose it
And pop his head straight from his body, and oop it
Cuzz my time is my f*cking, and my mind is on making money
I got 3 kids and a wife, so I ain't seeing shit funny
And I ain't the big dummy, ya'll hoes might think
I was out there running the streets, before you could stand up and pee
I was off in the middle east, while you was still in yo teens
But now you wanna try to play me like you smarter than G
You just wasting time, give up, cuzz the world is mines
I'm running yo punkass, so get yo people in line
Go handle my f*cking biz, don't make me have to crack whips and clips
Like a ghetto pimp would slap the lips off a bitch
I ain't go lie, the first time, I lost hella shit
But in the training round, the knowledge found was payment for that
So I'm campaigning for war, done skipped again out on prison
And I coming for what is mines, I really hope that you listening
HOOK
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Writer: Sebastian Imbierowicz, Ronald Walls
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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