I Don’t Give a Fuck Styles P (Ft. Jadakiss & Sheek Louch)

(Verse 1: Styles P)
Hustle hard just to keep these streets locked
Bitch, I'ma D-Block gangster, the one off Keith lock
Ryde or die nigga that'll let that heat pop
I go through walls, and y'all just shit rock
You don't want your head in a bandage
I'm gunnin for bread, you don't wanna be part of the sandwich
I'm eating niggas food, thought they harder than can bitch
OG shit stomp out their bandanas
Pressure bust pipes, niggas asked if they fam lived
Niggas don't give a fuck when they bustin them hammers
I don't care if you dolo or with your set
I just know your head is comin off with your neck
You can catch me smoking a bag and I don't throw signs
But if, niggas cross the line they gettin chocked with their flags
And the hood know I'm on some bullshit
You don't tempt P to wild out and empty out no full clip
Lock that strap, two guns up
In my black fatigue suit with my white sox hat
I kill your whole block bitch my life's like that
The hardest in New York cuz I'm nice like that
I use my knuckles to break jaws, the hawk'll put a
Hole in your torso and you know what the eigth's for
Headshots only
It's far from the flinstones but you better believe it's bed rock homie