(feat. Bun B, Twista)



[Chorus]

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck

Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck

Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck, he ain't down with us

Take that nigga chain, we don't give a fuck

Hit that nigga up, we don't give a fuck

Jack that nigga truck, we don't give a fuck

We 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 ATL

Rep B.I.G. to death, betta watch what come out ya breath

We thuggin', thuggin', we thuggin'

Honey girl Queen B double E-E

I'm heatin' up in oven, no bitch is comin' like me

We get by, we get crunk, we spit fire, we got pumps

We get high, we get drunk, we got heat for ya'll punks

Can't find you layin', my fam is not playin'

Gotta get that money, that money, that money, money

You don't want no problems man, none if you get outta lane

We comin' like the Taliban, poppin' like a collar man

Cowards want to violate, then we got to demonstrate

You faggot niggaz tellin', when we see you we be yellin'



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[Verse 2: Bun B]

Bitch I been trill ever since the day I came out my mommas cock

Come on down to that Dirty South, you gon' see I got it locked

I can go on any block and on any hood and on any town

Runnin' deep with money and jewelery and holdin' myself down

Connected to every heavy nigga across the U.S

My cocaine is the whitest and my diamonds are the bluest

My city is the trillest and my niggaz are the truest

Got everything to gain and nothing to lose, so let's do this

We load 'em up, cock 'em back, let 'em go we knock 'em off

Cut off all his cake, rocks, and eggs, this nigga block 'em off

It's B-U-N for UGK, straight up out that B-A-T

Holdin' it down for K-I-M, reppin' for Pimp C, let's see 'em bitch



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[Verse 3: Twista]

Big cars, big trucks, big nuts when it comin' up off the dust

Think it's funny 'til he comin' up out the club

Gonna getcha money when I'm comin' up out the cut

If I catch a nigga slippin', I'ma tell a nigga know that shit

Then I snatch that chain

When he leave his friends, I'ma get him out his ends

And his Benz, make him cash that train

Come out the dark and get the lights on

Turn together, get it up

Take his watch, take his bracelet, take his dust, take his truck

I can't help it to get itchy if I see the nigga ballin'

Nigga yes ya'll then I gotta get a piece of that

Steady figure with the Jacob in the bezel with charm

Well come over hear I got a little heat for that

AK-47 and the Desert Eagle with a sawed-off pump

Got a what, an E-95 with leather grip

And a Mac-11 comin' out the trunk

Got what, a black ski mask and leather gloves

And duct tape I can get what I want

Got what, when the Queen and the Twist ride on them bitches

We don't give a fuck



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