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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 understand You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got fake on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know I don't feel you, 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's young in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite 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 lettin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a cool whip a hot gat
And still got from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me handle 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 get a clear view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning remember which 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 ain't gotta excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's 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 me nigga holdup

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

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the I wanna 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 your mama you
Pray you don't die before you make it to the street
back! Who am I

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 whole 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