We Don't (feat. Baby)

Ay shawty, you know what I'm sayin'

Some **** palms be sweatin'

Some **** palms be itchy

It don't matter, a **** just gotta get it

You know what I'm sayin', ****?

We built this shit from the ground up

****, The Carter, ****

You know what I'm sayin'?

We been around the world gettin' money, ****

We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood

Every project, ****

We worldwide hustlas, **** (Belie' that, bitch)

You know what I'm sayin'?

Let's get them ****, lets ride, shawty

Indictments, got us conspiracy for murder

Five young **** Uptown servin'

Word, they bird curvin' for servin'

Look, the worstest of the worst is shootin' out like they George Gervin

Bitch, and we was raised in these war times

Jail also made men in these hard times

And don't cry, I'ma get mines, so pray for me

I'm on the block, on the grind, mama, pray for me

So ****, respect my G, respect my grind

****, respect how I eat, respect my mind

****, respect this heat

When these **** out of line, ****, we dress up and creep

Whoa, shawty, I'ma blow they whole block

Fuckin' with a soldier, mastermind his own plot

Third ward survivor, Uptown madness

Killin' is a hobby, jackin' is a habit, bitch

We don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck

We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us

And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out

And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby

C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck

We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us

And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out

And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby, c'mon

The murder man, picture me lurkin'

Right up behind ya curtains, nine's squirtin'

And you could hear it when it's hurtin'

But if I hear him hurtin', I'll walk over and merk him for certain

I took over the circus

'Cause I'ma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface

I walk around, fo' pound and surface

To spin ya ass around in circles, you Urkel

Blood run up out ya earth, now you purple

Your homeboy get hit first, but you worser

Now, you headed to the skies above

And I'm go and gettin' high with ya bitch in the club

Yeah, life's a bitch and death's her husband

And you gonna have to meet him if you keep on fuckin' up

And you gonna have to meet us if you keep on fuckin' up

But you don't want see them CMB blood knuckle up

We don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck

We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us

And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out

And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby

C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck

We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us

And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out

And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby, c'mon

Shoot him in his head so he remember

Because of that, mama, I'll be gone till November

I'll be back next winter in a Hummer on spinners

Them **** on the block say them boys gon' get 'em

But them **** on the block don't know the toys come with him

Tell ya boy come and get me, if I go, he goin' with me

I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy

Ya open up ya face, I'ma open up the semi

I open up ya kidneys, now ya floatin' up the Missi-

-Ssippi river, ****, play with deep water, now ya swimmin'

Silly, you play with me, Carter, now ya missin'

Really, I shoot ya in ya head and make you feel it

And even though I be the man with the milli's

When the shit go down, I be the man with the milli's

Beef cranberry on the ceilin'

This is the Carter, bitch, welcome to my buildin', c'mon

We don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck

We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us

And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out

And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby

C'mon, we don't give a fizzuck, my ****, we young and bizzuck

We'll fuck a ****'s shit up if **** is fuckin' with us

And then pump 'em, make 'em lift up, hit 'em up and be out

And we out for Cash motherfuckin' Money, baby, c'mon

Wish a **** would say something, gotta

Standin' right here, guns up, boy

Weezy F, Birdman

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