Lil Kim: We don't give a fuck

(feat. Bun B, Twista)[Chorus]Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuckHit that nigga up, we don't give a fuckJack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuckWe don't give a fuck, he ain't down with usTake that nigga chain, we don't give a fuckHit that nigga up, we don't give a fuckJack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuckWe don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]I Brooklyn Bounce nigga, in Dirty South down to the ATLRep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breathWe thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'Honey girl Queen B double E-EI'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like meWe get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumpsWe get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punksCan't find you layin', my fam is not playin'Gotta get that money, that money, that money, moneyYou don't want no problems man, none if you get outta laneWe comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar manCowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrateYou faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin'[Chorus][Verse 2: Bun B]Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cockCome on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it lockedI can go on any block and on any hood and on any townRunnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself downConnected to every heavy nigga across the U.SMy cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluestMy city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truestGot everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do thisWe load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em offCut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em offIt's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-THoldin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch[Chorus][Verse 3: Twista]Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dustThink it's funny 'til he comin' up out the clubGonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cutIf I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shitThen I snatch that chainWhen he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his endsAnd his Benz, make him cash that trainCome out the dark and get the lights onTurn together, get it upTake his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truckI can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of thatSteady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charmWell come over hear I got a little heat for thatAK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pumpGot a what, an E-95 with leather gripAnd a Mac-11 comin' out the trunkGot what, a black ski mask and leather glovesAnd duct tape I can get what I wantGot what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitchesWe don't give a fuck[Chorus]