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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, where you
And who the hell you be
(Dream baby)

I don't give a hell 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 shit my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, attach
its hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the they hate
Was never the type of that flexed his weight
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 slouch rappin' fake niggas' rhymes bore me
Adore me, niggas way before me
Since a shorty, in love with big 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 that niggas heard I'm live

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

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

to the murderous plots
Been about it way niggas heard I was hot
jewels, the type 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
Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
Part Spanish, my robe'll the dark vanish

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

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'

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

Yo, yo, at its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
But what y'all want from a game that's in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex with they broads, but
It could find a broke man, have him civilians
It's like a Larson and razor blades but spinnin'
runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, moms calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, fully armed for business

Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone
miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers bled before us
Weep slow, soak in, feel the
Specialize foot 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, where you
(This is project)
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 give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you
And who the you be gettin'