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We Don't Give a F**k (feat. Jadakiss & Styles P)

DMX

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

We Don't Give A F**k
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DMX
DMX
Vocals
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Wilson
Richard Wilson
Songwriter
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
Earl Simmons
Earl Simmons
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Adam Gazzola
Adam Gazzola
Recording Engineer
Dat Nigga Reb
Dat Nigga Reb
Producer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty Screamed, "Ryde or die!", I thought you would die with me Found out you a (whoo!), you can't even ride with me Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty Screamed, "Ryde or die!", I thought you would die with me Found out you a (whoo!), you can't even ride with me Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me When it rain, (what) get wet, so stay dry (uh) Don't cross me, I compete with Snake Eye (whoo!) You just lost me, like yo' shadow in the dark (uh-uh) (Hey) around and forced me to hit the shadow with the spark (uh) Blew your (what) apart, now it's two halves of one (huh) "Look at him," I said after a few laughs, "Dumb (hey)" Stupid is as stupid does, (come on, what?) And look what being stupid does, get you shot sucker (what?) I let you get too close, and you bit me (uh) I closed one eye for too long, you tried to hit me Thought you was with me (uh) Well you might as well forget me, 'cause from this point on (uh-uh) It's war, it won't stop until one of us is gone (come on) I'm still mad at myself for lettin' that (uh-uh) go down Somebody shoulda told me, I was (uh-uh) with a clown (alright) And I think they found and let, you, - drown You know how (come on) get around Uh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty (uh) Screamed, "Ryde or die!", I thought you would die with me (uh) Found out you a (whoo!), you can't even ride with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty (uh) Screamed, "Ryde or die!", I thought you would die with me (uh) Found out you a (whoo!), you can't even ride with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayo, X (come on) them (come on), them - ain't your dogs Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor Been seein' the foul (what), put the guns in 'em Lil' wannabe you's, so why you run with 'em? You can't trust (what), no further than you can throw 'em You don't wanna murder the - (hey), then you blow 'em He usin' yo' style, that make him yo' child Then he shouldn't make a move 'til he hear it from yo' mouth We don't allow snakes, runnin' with dogs Tell them ain't nuttin' like a funeral that's gonna be yours Double-R, and I ain't here to start trouble, God But if they wasn't your (what) I woulda been hit 'em hard N- look like they phony (what), sound like they phony (huh) Run around actin' like - (woo) homies We all make mistakes, that's part of the breaks But you can still call the apes, we bringin' the duct tape And the broomstick, them (hey, hey) is gettin' raped Know how we ride, whoever on they side can die And we ain't tryin' to be blind, - eye for eye 'Cause we only takin' yours, you know the dawgs, you mother- Uh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty (uh) Screamed, "Ryde or die!", I thought you would die with me (uh) Found out you a (whoo!), you can't even ride with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty (uh) Screamed, "Ryde or die!", I thought you would die with me (uh) Found out you a (whoo!), you can't even ride with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) There was always somethin' there, but I just couldn't touch it (uh-uh) Wasn't somethin' that would hurt me, so a - (what) said (come on) I let it slide, laughed and joked, let it ride (true) Now that you done killed it, I'm glad that it died (a'right) It's a'ight, I know where you live, I'm just waitin' (uh) 'Til we knock on your front door, and let you meet Satan (come on) That's what you get for hatin', - you faggot (what) I never did trust you, faggot, I'll bust you, faggot (what) What you done forgot about the streets is this (uh) You do a grimy (what) like you do a grimy (hey) You just stop - with him, you got no more rap (uh) No more, "Yo, what's up, D?" No more dap (uh) Be lucky if I don't spit in your face, off of G.P And what? (Come on, come on), you can't beat me (woo) Don't take it as a loss, just take it as a lesson Next time, think twice, or get iced with the Wesson Uh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty (uh) Screamed, "Ryde or die!", I thought you would die with me (uh) Found out you a (whoo!), you can't even ride with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty (uh) Screamed, "Ryde or die!", I thought you would die with me (uh) Found out you a (whoo!), you can't even ride with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Now it's a war, and you ain't on the side with me (yeah, come on, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Richard Franklyn Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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