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

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

Nice and smooth, knights, icy jewels
So cool, but the shit ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, semi
'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, frontin' ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
out the Porsche, drop products on graves

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

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

I don't give a hell 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'

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

Immune to the murderous
about it way before niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the
A fresh pair, and I fuck them Germans a lot
Let's play, pop bottles its no tomorrow
Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
Part Spanish, my make the dark vanish

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

I don't give a hell 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

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

Yo, yo, at time its illin', it kinda scars 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 runnin' from tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, can't calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' armed for business

pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
Five on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope heaven got a for us
In the hood, for the hustlers bled before us
Weep slow, soak in, the Schweppervesence
foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, beef in the game now
I know its deep but the streets 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 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'