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I don't give a hell what you
(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 you be gettin'
(Dream baby)

I don't 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, where you
(Let's play)
And who the hell you be

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

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

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

Look, look, I be postured up like I'm up nice
Stop niggas from 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 call foul
Y'all get with me, I can't fall now

to the murderous plots
Been about it way before heard I was hot
jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
A fresh pair, and I fuck with them a lot
play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the young Leonardo
Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish

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

I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you
I give a hell what 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 hell what you
Who you are, where you
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 they broads, but villain
It could find a man, have him harm civilians
It's like a Larson and razor blades but robbers
Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they
The odds is endless, moms calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, fully armed for business

Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone
Five miles on the same line, the is deadly
Hope heaven got a for us
In the hood, for the that bled before us
Weep slow, in, feel the Schweppervesence
foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, beef in the game now
I know its deep but the streets know the now
The war is on

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

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