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Old habit die huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man and child, no exception homeboy
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
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
let it go, ain't 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,
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We and leave your 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 back from "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a 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 shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
be stickin' to the script, drive-by 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' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in 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 project nigga on the 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 my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I do is go and chill
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was born 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 gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me