It Didn't Matter - DJ Michael "5000" Watts, Lil Keke

You gotta do it yourself

Do it homie, do it yourself

Do it, do it yourself

If you wanna get dealt, do it yourself

Just cause we come up from the bottom, that didn’t matter to me

I’m just a hard headed nigga, I’m so blessed to be free

You know the streets forever hungry they can’t eat you alive

My big homie did eight flat then came home and die

You got some niggas here stuck in the past, can’t last

Steady creepin' with his pistol and mask, he finna crash

Yeah my partner made parole today

Fuck what he done, he back home and he comin' to stay

Dear lord, does it matter I been thuggin' for life

Do I deserve this pickin' fist with the kids and wife

I told myself that you look better from the top of the hill

Plus I’m a 100 still hustlin', outhere gettin' it for real

But watch your step and just be careful, life will change on ya

If you slippin' happen quick and leave a stain on ya

I maintain on them, cause pride is kept

It don’t matter we just love it to death

When everythang was lookin' bad on the corner and it wasn’t so good

It didn’t matter we kept repping the hood

It’s understood if I lost all I had and the hate didn’t stop

It don’t matter I still repped my block

I told my homies when the laws had us runnin', steady duckin' the heat

It didn’t matter we just stuck to the street

We used to ride and we grind all night, didn’t get no bigger

It didn’t matter I still love my nigga

I told my brother we can hustle til the casket close

From this rat infested gutter til I sold our shows and I suppose

On the real I didn’t matter to me

That’s how it be

God bless 'em if they lookin' for free

I’m just a G O yeah my trill nigga love my dawg

That’s if he 20 dimes of square feet or a hole in the wall

I got your back, it’s just don’t matter we was raised like that

That’s if they lock us up and white try to embarassing black

Just look for Don Ke to stand up to speak that trill

Quit ridin' dick and get your chick or she might get it forreal

It’s 7−13 comin' on the front of the bus

We still together motherfucker it didn’t matter to us

I got my mind right and closed up the rest of the scene

I told Dash we can get it with a fresh new team, I see the dream

Jabbar got us broke, I’m brangin' it home this for Poochie, Pokey and my

kinfolk Tone

When everythang was lookin' bad on the corner and it wasn’t so good

It didn’t matter we kept repping the hood

It’s understood if I lost all I had and the hate didn’t stop

It don’t matter I still repped my block

I told my homies when the laws had us runnin', steady duckin' the heat

It didn’t matter we just stuck to the street

We used lying and we cryin' all night, didn’t get no bigger

It didn’t matter I still love my nigga

You gotta do it yourself

Do it homie, do it yourself

Do it, do it yourself

If you wanna get dealt, do it yourself