Letra

Who wanna step into the room? Where that nigga ren be at, makin' shit that's phat 'Cause in '95 I gotta hustle for yo ass Droppin' shit like in the past Rated double x, you in trouble when I hex Niggaz that be actin' like hoes of the opposite sex 'Cause fool I'm a soldier with a regiment 10, 000 niggaz marchin' to your residence F**k the president and his red, white, and blue I never leave a clue with the shit that I do Sport the black 80, creepin' with the flashlight Comin' with this phat shit just last night The mad scientist from the center of the earth Droppin' crazy shit whenever I drop a verse Niggaz in a rage, wanna see me in a cage But um, I cocked the gauge when the ink hits the page F**k a grammy show and your mammy so now What the f**k ya gonna do when I bust out the zoo 'Cause ya don't know really who you're f**kin' with You're f**kin' with the nigga ren with the phat shit And I don't give a damn (Chorus) Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn And I don't give a damn Three strikes for who? a nigga fallin' in the trap What can I do to keep from fallin' off the map? I ain't your everyday nigga just with a rhyme I'll give ya that I don't give a f**k frame of mind Make ya wanna shoot the police in the back I'm crazy like hady, 'cause devils be shady The great elephant nigga hangin' on box A buffalo soldier without the dreadlocks I don't give a damn, I created this shit With the real niggaz way back in '87 Niggaz walkin' on my footprints in nine five Fools hit 'em foul, can't hit a line drive So get the hell away from my throne or a zone My b-boy stance and shit is kinda full grown F**k the police 'cause I still feel the same And f**k a lotta niggaz bein' whack at the game I don't give a damn (Chorus) Who be talkin' shit about the great elephant? Ren be bustin' raps, niggaz bustin' caps The bitch made nigga killa, that's who I be When bitch made niggaz come and try Be a politician kidnapp, who gives a f**k about 'em Nigga never gave a f**k, I can live without 'em Niggaz wanna journey down the black brick road They can see me changin' in an I don't give a f**k mode Then I explode, better hide your neck Ya new whack niggaz never get my respect Then center of the earth is where I dwell Your shit never sell, I got 'cha trippin' in a livin' hell So back the f**k out my way, that's what I'm sayin' 'Cause I'll be havin' hypocrite niggaz balls hangin' And othe bitch niggaz, be go lickin' 'em But ren just keep on pickin' 'em and slam 'Cause I don't give a God damn (Chorus)
Writer(s): Lorenzo Patterson, Berg, Dahl, Henrik Rasmussen, Rasmussen, Kvaran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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