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

Nice and smooth, white knights, icy
So cool, but the slightest shit my fuels
it low, stay in mine, attach semi
'Cuz its to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his
See, frontin' just my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the Porsche, drop on graves

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

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

Look, look, I be up like I'm toasted up nice
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 can't call
Y'all can't get with me, I fall now

Immune to the murderous
Been it way before niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the in the sock
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 vanish

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

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

Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda the feelings
But what y'all want from a game that's involved in
Cars, and chillin', sex with they broads, but
It could a broke man, have him harm civilians
like a Larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, moms can't the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, fully armed for business

Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two seventies
miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope heaven got a for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that bled us
Weep slow, in, feel the Schweppervesence
Specialize foot for the adolescents
Locked in, there's in the game now
I know its deep but the streets 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 don't give a 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