At Night

I don't give a hell what you spit (This is) Who you are, where you from (This is projects) I don't give a hell what you spit (Urban wolves) Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' (Dream team baby) I don't give a hell what you spit (The sosa of the game has returned) Who you are, where you from (Brooklyn) I don't give a hell what you spit (Black sopranos) Who you are, where you from (Let's play) And who the hell you be gettin' Nice and smooth, white knights, icy jewels So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi 'Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by XK8, it's all good, the next they hate Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight See, frontin' just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay Hoppin' out the Porsche, drop products on graves My slow grind story niggas cosign for me Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me Adore me, respect niggas way before me Since a shorty, in love with big guns and orgies Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from (This is projects) I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' Look, look, I be postured up like I'm toasted up nice Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics Now its on us, in the I focus on right It's hardball, now niggas can't call foul Y'all can't get with me, I can't fall now Immune to the murderous plots Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock A fresh pair, and I fuck with them Germans a lot Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it Respect game, there's rules as a criminal So recognize I'm a five star general You touchin' who I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings But what y'all want from a game that's involved in millions Cars, and chillin', sex with they broads, but villain It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians It's like a Larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin' Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly Hope heaven got a ghetto for us In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence Specialize foot notes for the adolescents Locked in, there's beef in the game now I know its deep but the streets know the name now The war is on I don't give a hell what you spit (This is) Who you are, where you from (This is project) I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin'