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[Intro] Come on, uh-huh Confidential, play hard baby Come on Uh, uh-huh It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me (come on) It really don't matter to me (uh, come on) It really don't matter to me [what you do] It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me (uh-huh) It really don't matter to me (come on) It really don't matter to me [what you say] Yo, when you see G's gun, see cat's run I heard you well, money's washed in a month Down in Pur Fidel, ain't no touchin' my click Step to me wrong, I'm bustin' my clip G felon, seperate the real from the story tellin' More exclusive than the powder that they shellin' Play around, I'll numb you like the powder that they sellin' Potna, don't you know you f****** with a mobsta? I don't give a s**t about you, I spit 'em at you In a 6 drop-top, sit about two Just me and a half dike, rippin' the turn pike Broad all over me, can't even turn right These rats and lease out, f**k it I earn right Supposed to be the king, this here's my birth right Small town, it's on now, let it be known If you ain't ready to play hard, better be gone I got dreams, everyday wishin' for cream Wishin' for teams, thug style, plottin' a scheme Now we high, roll with techs, gats in palms Rolex with icey s***, freezin' the arm Know who I am? Mafia, lockin' the shift The one who got ya' man on his knees coppin' the 5th No s**t take care, cuz you can see the s**t we break here Needle and thread for all the cats who talk Chop your body up, make the D's toss the chalk Trial me, watch the jury say we walk I'm on some can't catch me, touch me, can't rush me Some call me s**t but you pigs can't flush me 1 - It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me [what you do] It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me It really don't matter to me [what you say] Yo Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocks Streets, not books F*** a dean's list, cuz he breed high crooks And f*** a dope verse, cuz we spit hot hooks And grab nines, one false move, know that I'ma blast mines It ain't a threat, said it for the last time Put your fam through some sad times In the streets, catch me with a bad dime Suited up, power moves, during half time It's over, so consider it done, we mob Got beef, we get 'em guns If they heavyweight gats, we get 'em in tons And if you never took a L, consider it won, what It's open season, all MC's, let's get it on Who wanna come down and test Kaishen? I'll slaughter all of ya if I wanna, heard me potna? Y'all gon' learn how to respect your father I'm the street scholar, squeeze tight on my revolver And take what I want, they can't get my spot Chief, I knock out teeth when it's drama, no doubt Might as well be summertime, the way the heat comes out I'm quick to clap, so y'all better watch how you act Cuz the kick from my 3-8 will make my wrist snap back And I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone Cuz I'm ready, I'm so so ready Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Blackground, thugs world, 2G Never stop baby, what (What you say) Yeah, no doubt, what, what (What you do) (What you do) |