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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
know it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip 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 gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

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

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

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole ride, til 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