We Don't Give a Fuck (feat. Jadakiss & Styles P) - DMX

Uh, uh Fuck the frail shit, uh, 'cause when my coke come in They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with Carlssons on the Jeep, Bugatti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo life Determined niggas make it Kicking down the door and we burning niggas naked The house costs a million, sitting on the beach And the only thing I know, if it's furnished, I'ma take it My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 We got the shit that the government got Talking money then you rubbing the spot Real niggas say that they be wilding We on the Cayman Islands on a yacht with our favorite albums A bad ho and a plate of salmon, smoking and drinking Nigga, is you thinking that our fate is violent? I love my nigga for the fact that he real And nobody on the faculty squeal And if you facing capital pun, pass me a gun And I'ma give you time to run while I rapidly peel, uh We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent So when I fly now, I bring my cars on the plane with me In this case, who's the loser? Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teaching kids how to read and write and use the Ruger Motherfuckin' niggas is back, Jada and P We got water, X, haze, plus weight of the D And I'm tired of hearing about old niggas that had it And be the same old niggas that ratted (who cares?) Talking 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin' back Gun work's official but niggas don't be wanting that (Why?) 'Cause they puss and they mans is lame We Soul for Real in the hood, we make Candy Rain I could easily send you to God But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel, I might give you a job If you can't remember the name All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it Jada, mwah, I'll kiss you, you bitch ass nigga Bet the hood won't miss you, you bitch ass nigga Might find your man dead in the ocean (he be a'ight though) You know dead rappers get better promotion Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth Never say you can't do it 'til you try it first Be the young niggas eager to pull it But it's a message in everything, trust me, even a bullet Go to war with the 8 and the pound Think you got your ear to the street now Put your face in the ground 'cause my shells is expensive You'll know exactly why when you yellin' in intensive My fellas is offensive Lucky 'cause I got guns that crack your back But that's not what I prefer, I manufacture crack And niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel But we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal I'm comfortable far from home Eating right, getting good rest either on the bar or the phone I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years "Sound anything like Kiss? Then sign right here!" And, y'all just talking, I'm doing it well Jadakiss, motherfucker, I'ma see you in hell We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it

When you left, I lost a part of me It's still so hard to believe Come back, baby, please 'Cause we belong together Haha, remix, Desert Storm Uh, yo, show your respect whenever you hear me or see me (This is the emancipation of Mimi) Hot like the real fever, the real diva So successful, yet, still so eager No matter what they say, it's on forever (It's our time right now) more than ever (To the death) we gon' get it on together And MC, you know we belong together, come on I lost a part of me When you left, boy, can't you see? Boy, come back, baby, please 'Cause we belong together Who am I gon' lean on when times get rough? Who's gon' to talk to me 'til the sun comes up? Who's gon' take your place, there ain't nobody there Oh, baby, baby, we belong together I only think of you on two occasions That's day and night (oh-oh) I'd go for broke if I could be with you Only you can make it right, make it right, make it right We belong together like the sun in the summertime Bounce in a lemon range (skip in a hummer lime) (P and kiss, in and out) Mariah on the other line Baby, I'ma come back (believe it'll come a time) We belong together like peanut butter and jelly Februaries and skellies, after parties and tellies Feel you in my stomach like you a part of my belly Baby, I'ma come back with every part of you ready I lost a part of me When you left, boy, can't you see? Boy, come back, baby, please 'Cause we belong together Who am I gon' lean on when times get rough? Who's gon' to talk to me 'til the sun comes up? Who's gon' take your place, there ain't nobody there Oh, baby, baby, we belong together I can't sleep at night when you are on my mind Bobby Womack's on the radio Saying to me, "If you think you're lonely now, wait until tonight" Boy, I'm feeling all out of my element, throwing things, crying Tryin' to figure out where the hell I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside I need you, need you back in my life, baby (let's go) You gon' need a shoulder to cry on Classic Mustang Cobra to ride on Past is the past, just let it be bygone's Matter of fact, I know a fly song that we could vibe on Let's get it straight If it's the six or the quarter to eight (Then I'm throwing Babyface or Shy on) Yeah and Kiss, Ghost and MC Get close and toast to the diva and MC's Uh, the trees will blow Big cups of Pinot Grigio (take it easy, though) We belong together, we know that Now I think that it's 'bout time we show that Even though every moment won't be a Kodak (naw) Sometimes we argue, I spaz out, grab my bozak Come back not 'cause I have to, I want to And naw, I don't just wanna have you, I want you, uh I lost a part of me When you left, boy, can't you see? Boy, come back, baby, please 'Cause we belong together Who am I gon' lean on when times get rough? Who's gon' to talk to me 'til the sun comes up? Who's gon' take your place, there ain't nobody there Oh, baby, baby, we belong together This is, the Desert Storm remix, haha (we belong together) (Oh, baby, baby, we belong together) DJ Clue, Desert Storm (oh, come back, baby, please) We belong together (MC) Oh, come back, baby, please (woo) Is it so hard to believe? We belong together We back, baby (oh, baby, baby, we belong together) We belong together

When it's all said and done After they said I've won All I'm going to say is... I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion timesTried to diss kiss to the world And it's your fault cause she said she saw you kissing a girl The hood was behind her for her whole career But now they've slightly starting to disappeared Something about that She's always angry Might have been when them girls trying to push her scalp back Needed some head room So she went out and bought Tyson's mansion with 18 bedrooms She's a domestic boss That don't leave no marks though, you got to digest those scares In fact think you got to tell her to get back Because every kiss rap is similar to a bitch slap Too hard since way back in the school yard She's hollywood though all she needs is a boobjob Girl in the bubble, didn't mean to trouble her Man but im a calla ho, im double her Really think you should tell her to chill cause My resume is longer than a doctor bill was I did the song with ja rule bigging the city up She did the magic stick remix with olivia She got more money but I get busier Think somebody going to end up killing her When it's all said and done After they said I've won All I'm going to say is... I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Hood had love for this bitch Cause she came from south side queens with a thug ass click Bitch got change, and she changed Now she don't fuck with the hood, probably give a nigga brains Bitch got boogie on a nigga Went from the hood to hollywood got a movie on a nigga Bitch talking greasy like new york sting Sucking down south dick that's some new york thing And the bitch used to be cool, hood even liked the bitch Used to listen to again in the weeds She had stories of many men, times in the club and niggas that was wanksta but the truth was to see Bitch ain't shyt, she was real good at bluffing it Ordered protection on the niggas she was fucking with Now that's a ho that you just can't trust Hired cops, that's a ho that you just can't touch Bitch moved out new york when they were swinging them Glocks Bitch got a deep voice but she would be singing a lot Bitch would sell her soul just to get on the charts Want to front like she's gangsta but she got no heart And she going to get hit by the mac and All in the back and this time i bet the jaw will be cracking She's going to get broken to fractions d block is the faction All i can say is im sorry ms. jackson I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times