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

I give a hell what you spit
(The of the game has returned)
Who you are, you from
(Brooklyn)
I give a hell what you spit
(Black sopranos)
Who you are, you from
(Let's play)
And who the you be gettin'

Nice and smooth, white knights, icy
So cool, but the slightest ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, semi
'Cuz its hard to enter rap passin' by
XK8, all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that his weight
See, just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
out the Porsche, drop products on graves

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

I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you
(This is projects)
I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you
And who the you be gettin'

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

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

Immune to the plots
Been it way before niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the in the sock
A fresh pair, and I fuck with them a lot
Let's play, pop bottles its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the young black
Part Spanish, my robe'll make the vanish

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

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

I don't give a what you spit
Who you are, you from
I give 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 want from a game that's involved in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex with they broads, but
It could find a broke man, him harm civilians
It's like a Larson and razor blades but spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from court dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, moms can't calm the
Its Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business

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

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