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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 what you
(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 hell what you
(Black sopranos)
Who you are, where you
(Let's play)
And who the you be gettin'

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 next they
Was never the of nigga that flexed his weight
See, just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the Porsche, products on graves

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

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

I don't 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 you be gettin'

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, at time its illin', it kinda scars the feelings
But y'all want from a game that's involved 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' court tryna dodge they sentence
The is endless, moms can't calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' armed for business

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

I give a hell what you spit
(This is)
Who you are, where you
(This is project)
I give a hell what you spit
Who you are, you from
And who the hell you be

I don't 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