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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
know it, tired 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 ambition and pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we lettin' 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
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got stacks from from "What you know about that?"

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

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember 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 gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' 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 watch your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
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 go and kill
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 to the children of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

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