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Old habit die huh
will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off bout
Man woman and child, no homeboy
No disrespect be tolerated man come hell or high water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of 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,
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
young niggas in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the 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 handle my
Handle my
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 naked bitches in the rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 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 of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
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 I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with 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 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, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me