Big Pun We Don't Care Lyrics

(feat. Cuban Link)
[Cuban Link]
Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P.
Latins Goin Platinum baby!
Yeah yeah, yeah..
Uhh, year 2000
Terror Squadians (Terror Squad)
We rock the party and (you won't like me when I'm angry)
(I guarantee you, you won't like me when I'm angry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah)
We rock the party and..

YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun
my f___in brother, makin m_________ers run for cover
The number runner son, I'm nothin but a hustler
Burnin rubber with drugs, stuffed up in the m___ler
Shut the f___ up! Bust a slug through your jugular
Plus suckers get f___ed up with golf clubs, never front on us
T.S. baby, straight out the B.X. baby
So if they B.S., we deeper than the U.S. Navy
You ain't crazy - laid up in the club like WHAT?
With all the ladies - showin us nothin but LOVE
Guzzlin 80 - proof to truth, straight to the GUT
In a Mercedes - Coupe f___ed up doin a BUCK
If Jakes chase me - I'm cuttin off trucks, pressin my LUCK
It's all gravy - puffin the blunt, blazin it UP
Maybe you hate me - cause your baby mom's on my NUTS
She wanna rape me - just because I'm s__y as f___
So n____ WHAT?

[Chorus: Pun and Cuban Link]

[Pun] Tear the club up!
[Link] Cause we don't care
[Pun] E'rybody strip
[Link] Yeah we don't care
[Pun] Shoot the place up!
[Link] Yeah we don't care (nuh-ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH!)
We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)
[Link] Yeah we don't care
[Pun] T. Squaders
[Link] Yes, yeah we don't care
[Pun] f___ you n____!
[Link] Nah we don't care (nuh-ah)
We don't care (nuh-AH!)
We don't care!! (NAHHHAHH!)

[Big Punisher]
Yo, I'm livin in mansions, give me the Spanish props
I got to have it
Loadin and bustin a mac, did s___ in the past
Was grabbin the girls on they a__es
Duck when the mac hits or be dead before your body falls
Cause when my shotty roars we ignore Guiliani laws
My trigger got no heart n____, I'm blowin apart liver
and holdin the glocks, call to the cops, I'm blowin the spot
Baby better head for the hills, my n____z wild for the night
My lead ready to peel this s___ really real
My clip fillity fill your chick with a chill
My d___ quick to kill, we fittin to ill
No survivors, frozen Godivas or roses and flowers
Sour the grapes for those opposin the Squaders
Thrown in the garbage, like funky pajamas, word to my junkie mama
I'ma keep it funky for homies livin tomorrow
You f___in with scholars, street knowledge
Carter kids stuck to the projects
Go ahead keep checkin that mall
and me and Cuban gon' keep doublin our chips
Keep talkin that dumb s___ like you want it
Yeah when are you gonna buck s___
?? this mug s___

[Chorus]

[Cuban Link]
Uhh..
Yeah..
Big Punisher..
Cuban Link..
Terror Squad..
Y'all wanna party? Gon' party our way..
Anything goes..
The code of the streets, WHAT WHAT? ..