We Don't Care

[Cuban Link]

Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P

Latins Goin Platinum baby!

Yeah yeah, yeah..

Uhh, year 2000

Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)

We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)

(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)

We rock the party and..

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]

Yeah, I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer

With Pun my fuckin' brother, makin' motherfuckers run for cover

The number runner, son, I'm nothin' but a hustler

Burnin' rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the muffler

Shut the fuck up, bust a slug through your jugular

Plus suckers get fucked up with golf clubs

Never front on us, TS baby, straight out the BX, baby

So if they BS, we deeper than the US Navy

You ain't crazy, laid up in the club like "What?"

With all the ladies, showin' us nothin' but love

Guzzlin' 80, proof to truth, straight to the gut

In a Mercedes coupe, fucked up doin' a buck

If Jakes chase me, I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin' my luck

It's all gravy, puffin' the blunt, blazin' it up

Maybe you hate me 'cause your baby mom's on my nuts

She wanna rape me just because I'm sexy as fuck

So, nigga, what?

[Chorus: Big Pun and Cuban Link]

[Pun] Tear the club up!

[Link] Cause we don't care

[Pun] E'rybody strip

[Link] Yeah we don't care

[Pun] Shoot the place up!

[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)

We don't care (nuh-AH!)

We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)

[Link] Yeah we don't care

[Pun] T. Squaders

[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care

[Pun] Fuck you nigga!

[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)

We don't care (nuh-AH!)

We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)

[Verse 2: Big Pun]

Yo, I'm livin in madness, given the Spanish props

I got to have it, loadin and bustin' up mad clips

Gettin' up asses, grabbin' the girls on they asses

Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls

Cause when my shotty roars, we ignore Giuliani laws

My trigger got no heart, nigga, I'm blowin apart liver

And holdin' the Glocks, call to the cops

I'm blowin the spot, baby better head for the hills

My niggas wild for the night

My lead ready to peel this shit really real

My clip really filled, your chick better chill

My dick fit to kill, we fittin to ill

No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers

Flower the graves of those opposin the Squaders

Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas

Word to my junkie mama, I'ma keep it funky for homies up in Elmira

You fuckin with scholars, street knowledge

Carter kids stuck to the projects

Go ahead keep checkin' that ball

N' me n' Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips

Keep talkin that thug shit like you bored

In a year? when you gonna buck shit?

Word to my son Chris

And what? this count as more shit

[Chorus: Big Pun and Cuban Link]

[Pun] Tear the club up!

[Link] Cause we don't care

[Pun] E'rybody strip

[Link] Yeah we don't care

[Pun] Shoot the place up!

[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)

We don't care (nuh-AH!)

We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)

[Link] Yeah we don't care

[Pun] T. Squaders

[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care

[Pun] Fuck you nigga!

[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)

We don't care (nuh-AH!)

We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)

[Cuban Link]

Uhh..

Yeah..

Big Punisher..

Cuban Link..

Terror Squad..

Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..

Anything goes..

The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..