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Lyric It Really Don t Matter


[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 to 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 to say?]

Yo, in the city, see catch run
I heard jewel, money squashed in the mark down
In the pure 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 these n*****
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 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, can t even turn right
These rats and lease out get an 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 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
Don t 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 D s toss the chalk
Try me, watch the jury say we walk
I m on some can t catch me, touch me, can t rush me
Some call me n**** 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 to 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 to say?]

Yo
Yo, I m from the school of hard knocks
Streets, not books
F*** the dean s list, cuz he breed high crooks
And f*** a dope verse, cuz we spit hot hooks
And f*** you... one false move, know what I ma blast mines
It ain t 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
It s 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

It s open season, all them C s, let s get it on
Who wanna come down and test Cajun?
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 trigga
And take what I want, get caked in 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 collapse, so y all 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 I m ready, I m 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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