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Old die hard huh
Disrespect not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off bout
Man woman and child, no 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 wasting my
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite 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 leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle 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 my dick 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 against me just goin' against God
And I ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga 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, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

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

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And money 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, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me