I Don't Give a Fuck

(Verse 1: Styles P)

Hustle hard just to keep these streets locked

Bitch, I'ma D-Block gangster, the one off Keith lock

Ryde or die nigga that'll let that heat pop

I go through walls, and y'all just shit rock

You don't want your head in a bandage

I'm gunnin for bread, you don't wanna be part of the sandwich

I'm eating niggas food, thought they harder than can bitch

OG shit stomp out their bandanas

Pressure bust pipes, niggas asked if they fam lived

Niggas don't give a fuck when they bustin them hammers

I don't care if you dolo or with your set

I just know your head is comin off with your neck

You can catch me smoking a bag and I don't throw signs

But if, niggas cross the line they gettin chocked with their flags

And the hood know I'm on some bullshit

You don't tempt P to wild out and empty out no full clip

Lock that strap, two guns up

In my black fatigue suit with my white sox hat

I kill your whole block bitch my life's like that

The hardest in New York cuz I'm nice like that

I use my knuckles to break jaws, the hawk'll put a

Hole in your torso and you know what the eigth's for

Headshots only

It's far from the flinstones but you better believe it's bed rock homie

[Chorus: Styles P]

I don't give a fuck never have never will

My only concern is how to live it up

I don't give a fuck, y'all could all get it so

If it's going down know that I ain't givin up

I don't give a fuck, that's how the hood is

Ask me what's good I say two guns up

I don't give a fuck, shitty ass attitude

Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up

(Verse 2: Sheek Louch)

I don't stop til the casket drop

Moms is pop, face not showin like a number that's blocked

Unavailable, run in your crib

We the new york pirates of the fuckin caribb', motherfucka

The barrel 'bout as long as a flute

Left hand on my wrist, the impact make it bend when I shoot

So I get low, one binocular, like the opera

Bitch is gettin hit unless the nigga lay on top of her

Real talk, my bars and my flow

Is the sharpest thing next to a hawk, get a fault

Eat with your nigga

Don't compete with your nigga

'cause it's love til the heat hit you nigga

Feel me, same jeans on for ten days

My re-up is heavy, your stash bout as light as a pen weighs

If you don't want your side out

Just stay home, when the real niggas ride out, hide out

'cause if I'm involved with it

I ain't comin to scrap

I'm pullin up with my shit on my lap

And I don't mean hands together when I say I'ma clap

Don't be fools my guns can close down schools

With enough blood to fill up pools

Ayo P, who you want to lay down

I can see these lil niggas movin up, like a ultrasound

When it pull off, I spin em around that's for you

[Chorus: Styles P]

I don't give a fuck never have never will

My only concern is how to live it up

I don't give a fuck, y'all could all get it so

If it's going down know that I ain't givin up

I don't give a fuck, that's how the hood is

Ask me what's good I say two guns up

I don't give a fuck, shitty ass attitude

Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up

(Verse 3: Jadakiss)

I seen it I did it I claimed

Dreamt about it and became it

One blue steel, one stainless

I'ma D-block provider, although I do play a big part as a ryder

All my bullets move around when they inside ya

And niggas been foul since the days of Elijah

Yeah, the coke is garbage, the prices is unreal

Feds hittin niggas with flat bids for gun sales

It ain't a game neither, they givin RICO to the gang leaders

Tell you the truth to hit a bank sweeter

I got it mapped out

I got the game in a choke hold and I ain't lettin go til y'all tap out

And this here, is a bonus rap

Niggas is wired but everybody phone is tapped

Every word that come out your face will come out in the case

Slow a lotta niggas down, get 'em out of the race

It's either hold water or you holdin' a quarter

Takin' a chance, of never again holdin your daughter

Least you could do is send 'em a kite

Since it's Ramadan I only kill niggas at night

Either the barrel of the gun or the tip of the knife

Go head and beg for your life

So I can hurry up and ship you to Christ

Devoted, committed, by any means necessary

Do whatever for me and my niggas to get it

[Chorus: Styles P]

I don't give a fuck never have never will

My only concern is how to live it up

I don't give a fuck, y'all could all get it so

If it's going down know that I ain't givin up

I don't give a fuck, that's how the hood is

Ask me what's good I say two guns up

I don't give a fuck, shitty ass attitude

Mad drunk and high, comin through yo what up