It Really Don’t Matter

Lyrics

[Intro] Come on, uh-huh Confidential Play hard, baby Come on Uh, uh-huh [Chorus] 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 (Tony Soprano) 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?) [Verse 1] Yo, when you see G's gun See cats run I heard you well Money's washed in a month down in Pur Fidel Ain't no touchin' my clique Step to me wrong, I'm bustin' my clip G Felon Separate the real from the story tellin' More exclusive than the powder that they shellin Play around, I'll numb you like the powder that they sellin', partner Don't you know you fuckin with a mobster? I don't give a shit about you, I spit em at you In a sick drop-top, sit about two Just me and a half dike rippin' the turn pike Broad all over me, I can't even turn right These rats and lease out, fuck it, I 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 [Verse 2] I got dreams Every day wishin' for cream Wishin' for teams Thug style, plottin' a scheme Now we high, roll wit tech gats in palms Rolex with icy shit freezin' the arm Know who I am? Mafia, lockin' the shit The one who got yo man on his knees coppin' the fifth No shit, take care 'Cause you can see the shit 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, "He walk" I'm on some can't catch me, touch me, can't rush me Some call me shit, but you pigs can't flush me [Chorus] 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 (Yo) It really don't matter to me (What you say?) [Verse 3] Yo, I'm from the school of hard knocks, streets; not books Fuck a dean's list 'cause we breed hot crooks And fuck a dope verse 'cause we spit hot hooks And grab 9's One false move, know that I'ma blast mines It ain't a threat, said it for the last time Put yo fam thru some sad times In the streets, catch me wit' a bad dime Suited up, power moves, during halftime It's over, so consider it done We mob, got beef, we get 'em wit' guns If they heavyweight gats we get 'em in tons And if you never took an L, consider it won, what? [Verse 4] It's open season, all MC's, let's get it on Who wanna come down and test Cajun? I'll slaughter y'all if I wanna, heard me partner? 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 teeth when it's drama, no doubt Might as well be summertime the way the heat comes out And I'm quick to clap, so you better watch how you act 'Cause the kick from my three-eight'll make my wrist snap back And I draw like Doc Holliday, see your tombstone 'Cause I'm ready, I'm so, so ready [Chorus] 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?) [Outro] Blackground, thug's world, 2G We ain't gon' stop, baby What? (What you say?) Yeah No doubt What? What? (What you do?) (What you do?)