don't matter (Chorus 2x) Don't mater, how much you hate me Don't matter, how much you wanna fade me Don't matter, cause it really don't phase me Don't
Tercüme: C-Murder. Madde etmeyin.
don't matter (Chorus 2x) Don't mater, how much you hate me Don't matter, how much you wanna fade me Don't matter, cause it really don't phase me Don't matter
Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make
't Yes he did, yes he did Oh, oh no I didn't Oh, oh yes I did C-U-B-O gonna rip it up Y'all don't want that extra clip I'm from Miami, man, pretty some
H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love what I do, like what I do But you gon' respect what I do I don't like nothin' about
do, you don't know what to Got wisdom like a tooth Incidentally I get buck too Didn't get my jest, so I just had to do it My mic or your mic, come on
that will cut through Lines say but you to do, you don't know what to Got wisdom like a tooth Incidentally I get buck too Didn't get my jest, so I just
Uhh uhh yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born and
' up this hip hop scene with my Digable crew, Now you and I know the science so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact,
Play with me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you People don't have no money, they can't bury you Don't
this bitch, I want them fans jumpin' I want them fists pumpin' in the air, I don't look like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't
C:] Look, I know you and you know me but I don't know him and that's the way it's gonna be Who's that nigga? That was my homeboy nigga! [C:] Yo
riders No matter what side you on Peep game Welcome to the killing fields Nigga, the home of the G's Land of the nymphos and murderers Still G's and never C
Smokin' a lot to keep my mind steady You niggas ain't ready for what I be bringin' And ain't none of my crimes petty So nigga don't test me On the westsides
me in your stereo and blame me for the murder sock me up and get me carried off I know I said murder befo' - murder murder, FUCK IT murder Make it fo
like officers Runnin in these corporate offices Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is Like the world's lawless so we don't know
