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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka in my rearview
why I'm even wasting my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta it, tired of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no round lookin' back
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin'
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we off
And let his mom give a damn, who you call?
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you disrespectful nigga, got
I ain't never shot at, and I ain't shot back
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 front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole ride, till ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business, try me

I got fake bitches on my and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the rise
On the so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the morning won't remember which is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just goin' against God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu do about it
Thought not, fuck get crossed out
You caught slippin' down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm witnesses 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 your ass talkin', you me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga 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, I'ma my business
Handle my
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 ones I wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow into it, I was with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your warned you
Pray you don't die before you it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project 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 ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me