It Really Dont Matter Lyrics

It Really Dont Matter lyrics

Performed by NY Confidential) 

  

 [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 fucking with a mobsta? 

 I don't give a fuck 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 shit, freezin' the arm 

 Know who I am? 

 Mafia, rockin' that shit 

 The one who got the man on his knees coppin' the 5th 

 Don't fucking 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 nigga 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 

 Fuck the dean's list, cuz he breed high crooks 

 And fuck a dope verse, cuz we spit hot hooks 

 And fuck 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 niggas, 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