I Don't Give A F*** Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

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[Chorus] 2x 

You been talkin', now we caught you 

Bitch now its on 

Thug line nor I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) 

About you jumpin' up, actin' like you Krayzie 

'Cause you Hollywood niggas can't fade this 

[Verse 1] 

Turn off that muthafuckin' radio 

And put in a CD or a tape 

And let them thug niggas show 

We comin' to invade your space 

In your face like "Ho hey!" 

The original, criminal, blowing up on these niggas 

Give them something to listen to 

Is Right back up in the house 

Mastermind of rap or crime 

Another clack of a nine 

Damage your spine (spine) 

Mash us and blast at your mind 

Niggas really think i'm carin' 

What they sayin' like they scarin' me 

But all they talk is noise 

I'm not a toy, so boy don't play with me 

Thug Line, Thug Line 

And yeah thats my clique (thats it) 

And if niggas wanna trip 

Then we can do this shit 

I'm not no muthafucking ho-nigga 

I came but i can go 

So nigga come on 

And let me know what you down to die for 

Stay strapped these days cause i don't know who to trust 

So I just point my gun everywhere when I bust 

Fuck these niggas 

I'm in your city, your TV and your radio 

So don't act like i'm hiding 

Nigga, y'all are just some scary-hoes 

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[Chorus 2x] 

[Verse 2] 

Why niggas be actin' like they know me? 

Then talkin' my shit 

All on my dick 

Now nigga you know what we call them (A bitch, bitch) 

I'm running from nobody and nothing 

Motherfuck them if they coming 

We'll be waiting with the pumps 

And bucking slugs into they stomach 

A hundred mini-missles won't miss you 

I can bet you we hit you 

Split 'em, get rid of 'em 

10 of them, at the same time killin' em 

Keep my presence to a minimum 

But i'm in your vision 

Every time you see the thug line 

I'm on the front line 

I love mine 

I'm tellin' you now 

We on a mission with no mercy 

Wanna know how bad we wan't it? 

Just say we thirsty for it 

And any nigga trying to get up in my way 

Might i say, them bitches beggin' for a beatin' 

So we left 'em bleedin' 

Competition (competition), to me is an enemy 

So think before you come try to get in it with me 

So you can frown all you want to 

Get loud all you want to 

But now we see you 

What you gon' do? 

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[Chorus 2x] 

[Verse 3] 

Now if y'all really trying to get in some action 

You heard my song 

Come nigga, get at me 

And bring your family 

'Cause we really need to practise 

"Walk it, don't talk it", I say this time after time 

Have the same nerve and courage when we see you outside, 

Online, all right 

Lets get this party started, spark it 

Thug style, showin' em love 

But we stay heartless regardless 

Hit 'em with bomb shit 

Better ring the alarm 

Its the thuggish ruggish niggas 

Bustin' the guage with one arm 

Like Vietnam, the enemies expendable, so fuck 'em 

First time we warn 'em 

Second time we storm 'em 

Nigga, you don't get no three shots 

We not playin', and I know they understand 

They tried to test the man 

But the man was really a man 

So its the plan 

Stay heated heavy and ready to die 

If not then eat a magnum full of hollow point shots 

I'm just tryin' to make my profit, 

Get up out of this shit 

But until then I gotta cock my shit (I cock my shit) 

[Chorus 2x]