U Don't Care

Yeah, Math, yeah, Killah Priest, yeah

I write movies, with colorful films of loose leaf

Paper, for every line that I write with the paintbrush

I color ink in, the pictures of gangstas

The bullet in Lincoln to the blood on a stranger

Conspiracy from vice laws to power rules

To G.E.D. to the Cobra's Bible

No survival, soul survival, tribal

Like Africans in the villages, projects is the pyramids

Weeded in the bricks, you see the four fifth

Images, ain't nothing mysterious

It's the true and living, been through the system

Stay wise and afloat when you choose your wisdom

Can I ask you something, why?

Why did we soul this shit less down

Why do we hate one another (Because...)

We live in the same country as the white boy

They aren't talking, hate themselves like we are

(Man, them brothers are dying in the streets...)

Picture my life through a crystal, the day I brought my first instrumental

Still remember the verse that I put it to

Born criminal, flow rare like an emerald

Robbing dudes coming out of chemical

If you ain't official, I ain't feeling you

First you hear a bang, then a whistle, then it's filling you

Admit it, when I'm killing you

This is what a villain do, avoiding the cops

Basketball hoop, nailed to my wall, playing ball with a sock

Seen tough dudes calling a cop, weak dudes running the spot

Street dudes running with glocks

No chances, in crunch time, I'm running the clock

Came up hard, like a caveman, never bought a statement

Study the rules, just so I can learn how to break 'em

If your soldier ain't on they job, didn't make 'em

I hired new ones to replace them

Got a lot of rap dudes, hearts racing, my style's sacred

Rap game, I'm so anxious... so amazing

Let the Gods be with you...

Where the trees at, dog? I'm smoking again

Tell the fiends that the crack spot is open again

I'm screaming, fuck the world, I'm fiending to fuck your girl

I got my burner, bitch nigga, nail his back to murder

Before I die, tryin' to get rich on a nine to five

Rather die in a ditch with my nine and fives

Cuz ya'll niggas get ready to war, take your guns

Put 'em in the air, cock 'em back, get ready to brawl

I know where you live, since brought mines, pop dog, I'm knowing your kids

Since thug, non-stop, ya'll know what it is

The streets is full of some shit

I got the heat, and I'm pulling the clip

How many bullets'll fit, fourteen, with one in the head

You run around with one in your leg, painting the back streets

Ain't the yac' sweet, I heard your fam came home from jail

I hit 'em up, split 'em up, and send 'em home in the mail

For the love of the game, non-stop until the whole world say I'm insane

Quiet as kept, ask Pretty Tone, about the thug-a-hill, them down on the step

And took drugs out of town from the left, yo

My bitch is a hoe, and I ain't trippin' in gold

Cuz I'm getting the dough, so ya'll niggas'll know

This some bitch shit, dog, now you riding high

Don't get your whip, hit, boy, when you riding by

Even your niggas know you ain't no wolf

Even your niggas know you ain't the truth

Don't make my fam come around your way

Don't make my mans gun you down today

Love is love, nigga, other than that, slug for slug, nigga

Fuck I look like, rolling dice

With niggas that's just holding ice

Bitch, that ain't your shine

Muthafucka, it ain't your time

For the bread, I bring it straight to your head

Give me the loaf, give me that platinum rope

And watch me turn it into crack and dope

Cuz if this music don't do it, nigga, gats'll smoke

If this music don't do it, nigga, gat's elope

Picture me rolling in the six, take flicks of me holding

On your bitch, nigga, picture me folding

Up the chips and frame it, you know what the name of the game is

Make money, make money, by any means

Take money, take money, there's many schemes

You ain't got no time for that shit

(Maybe you don't, but I do)