[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'      [Chorus]      [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      [Chorus]      [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      [Chorus]