It's open season, all them C's, let's get it onWho want to come down and test Cajun?I'll slaughter all of ya if I want to, heard me patna?Y'all gon' learn how to respect your fatherI'm the street scholar, squeeze tight on myAnd take what I want, get caked in my spot, chiefI knock out teeth when it's drama, no doubtMight as well be summertime, the way the heat comes outAnd I'm quick to collapse, so y'all better watch how you act'Cause the the clip on my 38 will make my wrist snap backAnd I draw like Doc Holiday, see ya tombstone'Cause I'm ready, I'm so, so ready
Source: LyricFind Songwriters: E. Ruiz / Franchesco Ferraro / J.e. Figueroa / Jeffery Walker / M. Ii Izzo / Ri Jr ScalareIt Really Don't Matter lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Confidential It Really Doesn't Matter Lyrics
The track is a standard example of late-90s/early-2000s rap-rock and hardcore hip-hop. It relies on established tropes of the era—luxury cars (6 drop-top), street drug imagery, and mafia-inspired motifs—to build a persona of a "street scholar" who is always ready for conflict. It's open season, all them C's, let's get
He contrasts his upbringing in the "school of hard knocks" against formal education ("streets, not books"), dismissing institutional benchmarks like the "dean's list" in favor of street survival and success. Ii Izzo / Ri Jr ScalareIt Really Don't
It really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to me (uh-huh)It really don't matter to me (come on)It really don't matter to me (what you say?)
It really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to meIt really don't matter to me (what you say?)