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

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round 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
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we ain't nothin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I never been shot at, and I ain't shot 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 nigga on the front
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one 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
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a 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 shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You slippin' roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, 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' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in your door 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 just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole 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 my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, handle my business
Handle my
Try me
handle my business
Try me handle my business
Try me