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

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

and smooth, white knights, icy jewels
So cool, but the shit ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, semi
its hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the they hate
Was never the type of nigga that his weight
See, frontin' just my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the Porsche, products on graves

My slow grind story niggas for me
Y'all rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me
me, respect niggas way before me
Since a shorty, in with big guns and orgies
Engaged to it, guzzlin' beige fluid
Spazzin' like its the music that me do it
Move it if you that thorough, I'm certified
Through the grapevine, I that niggas 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 hell you spit
Who you are, you from
And who the hell you be

I give 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 up like I'm toasted up nice
Stop niggas from gettin' killed, 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 me, I can't fall now

to the murderous plots
Been about it way niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the
A fresh pair, and I fuck with Germans a lot
Let's play, pop like its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the young black
Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark

Too complicated for y'all 85's, understand it
Respect game, there's rules as a
So recognize I'm a five general
You who

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

Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it scars the feelings
But what y'all want from a game that's 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 but robbers spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge sentence
The odds is endless, moms calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' armed for business

Chrome pubelies, great, two tone seventies
Five miles on the line, the zone is deadly
Hope got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that before us
Weep slow, soak in, the Schweppervesence
Specialize notes for the adolescents
in, there's beef in the game now
I know its deep but the streets the name now
The war is on

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

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