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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!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I 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 on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this 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 whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed 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?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm witnesses 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 a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

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 that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

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

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
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
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me