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I don't give a hell what you
(This is)
Who you are, you from
(This is projects)
I don't give a hell you spit
(Urban wolves)
Who you are, where you
And who the you be gettin'
(Dream baby)

I give a hell what you spit
(The sosa of the has returned)
Who you are, where you
(Brooklyn)
I don't a hell what you spit
(Black sopranos)
Who you are, where you
(Let's play)
And who the you be gettin'

and smooth, white knights, icy jewels
So cool, but the shit ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, semi
'Cuz its hard to enter rap passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next hate
Was the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin' ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the Porsche, drop on graves

My slow grind story cosign for me
Y'all rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me
me, respect niggas way before me
Since a shorty, in love big guns and orgies
Engaged to it, that beige fluid
Spazzin' its the music that made me do it
Move through it if you thorough, I'm certified
Through the grapevine, I know niggas heard I'm live

I don't a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you
(This is projects)
I don't a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you
And who the hell you be

I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you
I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from
And who the you be gettin'

Look, look, I be up like I'm toasted up nice
Stop niggas gettin' killed, broken up fights
Blunted at the park jams, up mics
Now its on us, in the I on right
It's hardball, now niggas can't foul
Y'all can't get with me, I can't now

Immune to the murderous
Been about it way before niggas I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the
A fresh pair, and I with them Germans a lot
Let's play, pop like its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the black Leonardo
Part Spanish, my make the dark vanish

Too for y'all 85's, don't understand it
Respect game, there's rules as a
So I'm a five star general
You who

I don't give a hell what you
Who you are, you from
I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from
And who the hell you be

I don't give a hell what you
Who you are, where you
I don't a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from
And who the you be gettin'

Yo, yo, at its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
But what y'all from a game that's involved in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex with broads, but villain
It could find a broke man, have him civilians
It's like a Larson and razor blades but spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they
The is endless, moms can't calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully for business

Chrome pubelies, great, two tone seventies
Five on the same line, the zone is deadly
heaven got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that bled us
Weep slow, in, feel the Schweppervesence
foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, there's beef in the now
I know its deep but the streets know the now
The war is on

I don't a hell what you spit
(This is)
Who you are, where you
(This is project)
I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you
And who the hell you be

I don't give a what you spit
Who you are, where you
I don't give a what you spit
Who you are, you from
And who the you be gettin'