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

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
replying to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and 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 brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a whip with 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 belt the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
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 bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the of your stuff, you ain't 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 watch your ass talkin', you don't me holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with it
Used to sell to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned 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 clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me