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Old die hard huh
will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man 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 even my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
tools on the boulevard
It's young in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, 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 on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
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 bitch is it,
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
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 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 just a piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

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 whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

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

I'm a project nigga 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 one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me