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

I don't give a what you spit
(The sosa of the has returned)
Who you are, you from
(Brooklyn)
I don't a hell what you spit
(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, semi
'Cuz its hard to enter rap passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his
See, frontin' ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
out the Porsche, drop products on graves

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

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

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

Look, look, I be postured up I'm toasted up nice
Stop niggas from killed, broken up fights
Blunted at the jams, opened up mics
Now its on us, in the I focus on
hardball, now niggas can't call foul
Y'all can't get me, I can't fall now

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

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

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

Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone
Five on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope heaven got a for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that before us
slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence
Specialize notes for the adolescents
Locked in, beef in the game now
I its deep but the streets know 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 give a what you spit
Who you are, you from
I don't give a hell you spit
Who you are, where you
And who the hell you be