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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of holdin' on to dead
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And sell it hard,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
Caught line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city with my 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 just like goin' God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
do for dough, guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, you in the dust
Kick in your door 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 on the front steps
And money 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
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me

All I do is go and chill
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 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
Pray you die before 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 the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me