AZ - At Night Lyrics:
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 s**t 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 ni**a 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 ni**as cosign for me
Y`all slouch rappin` fake trash ni**as` rhymes bore me
Adore me, respect ni**as 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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 ni**as heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
A fresh pair, and I f**k 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`
Ni**as 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`

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