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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
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 bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
in your door 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 just a project nigga on the front
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
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

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

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