I don't care lyrics

Artist  : Funk master flex 
Song : I don't care
 
feat. Jadakiss

(Jada talking)
I'm still just happy to be here, ya know
Funk Flex, 2000, Volume 4
Let's do it, what

I be the K-I double to the death and that's that
If niggas half nice, then that mean they half
wack
Copped the new Viper, whyn't you try to pass that
With bitches that'll snipe you where you buy your
hash at
I even give daps to niggas I blast at
And y'all gon' get me my ass capped or get your
ass capped
I take the clip out and hit you with the back of
the gun
Then put it back in and shoot you in the back if
you run
Call me Jada, I love to clap the shit out a hater
Give my lawyer seven then give him another three
later
'Cause you know it cost a hundred to beat it
And I lost plenty fights, but my gun is still
undefeated
'Cause I'm tryna be around like Boston Baked
Beans
Gave so many samples out, it's hard to shake
fiends
Since a young boy, I was taught to mind my neck
And since a grown man, I was taught to sign my
checks
And I don't want drama, but if you do I'm killin
ya children
Go to any project in the world and chill in the
building
Hit me later, I think not, I keep the glock
And drive around with no coat 'cause my seats is
hot
Fuck buyin a Range, if I ain't with my son I'm
gettin high
Or either with my niggas at the firing range
While y'all clown niggas keep joking, and get
treated like ashes
I clip y'all off and keep smokin

(Chorus) 
I don't care who you with, or who you get
Or what you got, all a that'll get you shot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
 
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
I don't care who you with, or who you get
Or what you got, all a that'll get you shot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot
Everybody in the world know Kiss is hot

Ay yo, I got a lotta shit on my chest, 
and niggas wanna put more on it
So I gotta put on my vest
You got grazed in the head so that mean you was
duckin
Seen my shades by your bed so that mean I was
fuckin
While you was out frontin, I was in, nothin for
nothin
All in ya honey, walkin 'round countin ya money
Holdin ya stacks, in the closet loadin ya gats
Feedin ya kers (?), skeetin all over ya furs
Right before your ass come home I'm peelin the
tar
And have the shorties like, 'Damn, Jay willied
the car'
I'm like God, 'cause y'all can't touch me or see
me
But y'all know I'm there and y'all know that
y'all need me
New five wagon, with the old Bebe's
And I'm an old G so I listen to old CD's
My rocks is so rippy
If you was watchin arms in a party, you won't
skip me
I'm like a nigga in jail waitin, so come get me
But if the job ain't done quickly and done
swiftly, 
you catchin one-fifty
Cross your face, then I bang you in the stomach
And make sure I go in your pockets after you
vomit
If that ain't good enough, I'm a light things up
'Cause they love me in the hood, I'm like the ice
cream truck
Nigga, this is to the general public
When you hear the name Jadakiss nigga, ain't
nothin above it
Fuck it

(Chorus) 2x