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Old die hard huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect be tolerated man come hell or high water
You understand 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 you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like 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 pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going against me like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you 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 your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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, I'ma 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, love my girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I grow into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama 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' 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, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me