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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, you from
And who the you be gettin'
(Dream baby)

I don't a hell what you spit
(The sosa of the has returned)
Who you are, you from
(Brooklyn)
I don't give a what 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 slightest shit my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, attach
'Cuz its hard to enter rap just by
XK8, it's all good, the they hate
Was never the of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin' ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the Porsche, drop products on

My grind story niggas cosign for me
Y'all slouch rappin' fake 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
through it if you that thorough, I'm certified
Through the grapevine, I know that niggas I'm live

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't give a hell 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 kinda the feelings
But what want from a game that's involved in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex with they broads, but
It could find a broke man, have him harm
It's like a Larson and razor blades but robbers
Niggas from court tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, can't 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 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 beef in the now
I know its deep but the know the name now
The war is on

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