It Really Don't Matter

Confidential

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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, see cash run I hurt you well, money squashed in the mark down In the pure fidel, ain't no touchin' my clique Step to me wrong, I'm bustin' my G felon, separate the real from the storytellin' More exclusive than the powder that these- Play around, I'll numb you like the powder that they sellin' Patna, don't you know you, with a mobsta? (Come on, man) I don't give a, about you, I spit 'em at you In a sick drop-top, sit about two Just me and a half, rippin' the turnpike Broad all over me, can't even turn right These rats and lease, how the, get an earn right? Supposed to be the king, this here's my birth right (come on) Small town, it's on now, let it be known If you ain't ready to play ball, better be gone I got dreams, every day wishin' for cream Wishin' for teams, thug style, plottin' a scheme Now we high rollin' with TEC, and bombs Rolex with icey, freezin' the arm Know who I am? Mafia, lockin' that The one who got the man on his knees coppin' the 5th Don't, take care, 'cause you can see the, we break here Leave the one dead for all the cats who talk Chop your body up, make the D's toss the chalk Trial me? Watch the jury say he walks I'm on some can't catch me, touch me, can't rush me Some call me, but you pigs can't flush me 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 (what?) It really don't matter to me (uh-huh) It really don't matter to me (yo) It really don't matter to me (what you say?) Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocks Streets, not books A dean's list, 'cause he breed high crooks And, a dope verse, 'cause we spit hot hooks And, 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, 9 Suited up, power moves during half-time It's over, so consider it done, we marked Got beef? Then we get 'em a If ya heavyweight, 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 want to come down and test Cajun? I'll slaughter all of ya if I want to, heard me patna? Y'all gon' learn how to respect your father I'm the street scholar, squeeze tight on my 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 And I'm quick to collapse, so y'all better watch how you act 'Cause the the clip on my 38 will make my wrist snap back And I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone 'Cause I'm ready, I'm so, so ready 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?) 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?) Blackground, thug's world, 2G It ain't gpn' stop baby, what (What you say) Yeah, no doubt, what, what (What you do) (What you do

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