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I don't give a hell what you spitWho you are, where you from...This is...this is projectsI don't give a hell what you spitWho you are, where you fromAnd who the hell you be gettin'Urban wolvesDream team babyThe sosa of the game has returnedBrooklynBlack sopranosLet's play[Verse 1]Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewelsSo cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuelsLove it low, stay in mine, attach semiCuz its hard to enter rap just passin' byXK8, it's all good, the next they hateWas never the type of nigga that flexed his weightSee, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplayHoppin' out the porsche, drop products on gravesLetras de cancionesMy slow grind story niggas cosign for meY'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore meAdore me, respect niggas way before meSince a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgiesEngaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluidSpazzin' like its the music that made me do itMove through it if you that thorough, I'm certifiedThrough the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm livecontinued below...advertisement[Chorus]I don't give a hell what you spitWho you are, where you from...This is projectsI don't give a hell what you spitWho you are, where you fromAnd who the hell you be gettin'[Verse 2]Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up niceStop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fightsBlunted at the park jams, opened up micsNow its on us, in the ??? I focus on rightIts hardball, now niggas can't call foulY'all can't get wit me, I can't fall nowImmune to the murderous plotsBeen about it way before niggas heard I was hotHeavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sockA fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lotLet's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrowRicky Ricardo, the young black LeonardoPart Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanishToo complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand itRespect game, there's rules as a criminalSo recognize I'm a five star generalYou touchin' who[Chorus][Verse 3]Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelingsBut what yall want from a game that's involved in millionsCars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villainIt could find a broke man, have him harm civiliansIts like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentenceThe odds is endless, moms can't calm the menaceIts like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for businessChrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventiesFive miles on the same line, the zone is deadlyHope heaven got a ghetto for usIn the hood, for the hustlers that bled before usWeep slow, soak in, feel the SchweppervesenceSpecialize foot notes for the adolescentsLocked in, there's beef in the game nowI know its deep but the streets know the name nowThe war is on[Chorus]
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"At Night" as written by Charles Morris
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