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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 homeboy
No will be tolerated man come hell or high water
You that? You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart,
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks back 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 where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me I'ma 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 get a clear view
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
against me just like goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you doin' enough
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 a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

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

All I do is go and chill
Take my mind off the I wanna 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 into it, I was born it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the corner
back! Who am I

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