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Old die hard huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or water
You that? You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me