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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
Five miles on the same line, the zone is
Hope got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers bled before us
Weep slow, soak in, feel the
foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, there's in the game now
I know its deep but the streets the name now
The war is on

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