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Old die hard huh
will 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 that? You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you know I don't you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young niggas in a car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we 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 brains on the fuckin'
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so could get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for 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 down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle 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 I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born 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 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 where the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle my business
Try me