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

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

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

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

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

All I wanna do is go and
my mind 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 ain't grow into it, I was with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your warned you
Pray you don't die you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

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