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Tim Dog I Don T Give A Fuck

of any one Of your artists whatever the label Y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table And I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in

shit I don't give a fuck!) Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle Niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog

t baby Bring yo' ass over here Tim Dog, I don't think I'm strong enough I feel too weak Ha ha ha ha, I'm the sex man Tim dog, ten incher rated x man

the most I'm the one really yo I'm a gun, spark like a milly yo You a J-hood gun video That ain't a diss so please don't diss me The mag barrel longer

of any one of your artists whatever the label y'all niggas don't want beef, y'all want meat at the table and I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in

a bitch on her period, don't even wanna see you unless you got what I need, and we sure not peoples only niggas that I fuck wit' could hold what I bust

Tim Dog) [Kool Keith:] It's been a while, fuck it I flex, Rhythm X Can flow yo, turn the mic on pro And watch me go, flaunt the style, rhythm I give '

dick daddy, Fuck what you think. Pass the 40 right by me Cause you know I don't drink. I remain sober when I drop a hit, But I put gum in my ass cause

G And to this day Shit ain't been the same And four menace to the homies in jail [AWOL] I had a homie, T-Black, you can say T.P A down motherfucker from