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confidential - it really doesn't matter lyrics

[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 cl1ck
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 sh-llin’
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 t–th 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)

- confidential lyrics

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