- IT really don't matter 歌詞 Confidential
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- (Intro)
Come on, uh-huh
Confidential, play hard baby
Come on
Uh, uh-huh
It really dont matter to me
It really dont matter to me (come on)
It really dont matter to me (uh, come on)
It really dont matter to me (what to do?)
It really dont matter to me
It really dont matter to me (uh-huh)
It really dont matter to me (come on)
It really dont matter to me (what to say?)
Yo, in the city, see catch run
I heard jewel, money squashed in the mark down
In the pure fidel, aint no touchin my click
Step to me wrong, Im bustin my clip
G felon, seperate the real from the story tellin
More exclusive than the powder that these n*****
Play around, Ill numb you like the powder that they sellin
Potna, dont you know you f****** with a mobsta?
I dont give a f*** about you, I spit em in Q
In a 6 drop-top, ?suited by Sue?
Just me and a half rippin the turn pike
Broad all over me, cant even turn right
These rats and lease out get an earn right
Supposed to be the king, this heres my birth right
Small town, its on now, let it be known
If you aint ready to play ball, better be gone
I got dreams, everyday wishin for cream
Wishin for teams, thug style, plottin a scheme
Now we high, rollin with Teck, packin bombs
Rolex with icey s***, freezin the arm
Know who I am?
Mafia, rockin that s***
The one who got the man on his knees coppin the 5th
Dont f****** take care, cuz you can see the balls we break here
Leave the one dead for all the cats who talk
Chop your body up, make the Ds toss the chalk
Try me, watch the jury say we walk
Im on some cant catch me, touch me, cant rush me
Some call me n* *** but you pigs cant flush me
1 - It really dont matter to me
It really dont matter to me
It really dont matter to me
It really dont matter to me (what to do?)
It really dont matter to me
It really dont matter to me
It really dont matter to me
It really dont matter to me (what to say?)
Yo
Yo, Im from the school of hard knocks
Streets, not books
F*** the deans list, cuz he breed high crooks
And f*** a **** verse, cuz we spit hot hooks
And f*** you... one false move, know what Ima blast mines
It aint a threat, said it for the last time
Pull your fam through some sad times
In the streets, catch me with a Glock 9
Suited up, power moves, they ran, had time
Its over, so consider it done, we marked
Got beef, then we get em a gun
If ya heavyweight n*****, we get em in tons
And if you never took a L, consider it won, what
Its open season, all them Cs, lets get it on
Who wanna come down and test Cajun?
Ill slaughter all of ya if I wanna, heard me potna?
Yall gon learn how to respect your father
Im the street scholar, squeeze tight on my trigga
And take what I want, get caked in my spot
Chief, I knock out teeth when its drama, no doubt
Might as well be summertime, the way the heat comes out
Im quick to collapse, so yall better watch how you act
Cuz the the clip on my 3-8 will make my wrist snap back
And I draw like Doc Holiday , see ya tombstone
Cuz Im ready, Im so so ready
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Blackground, thugs world, 2G
Never stop baby, what
(What to say)
Yeah, no doubt, what, what
(What to do)
(What to do)
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