- T.I. Project Steps 歌詞
- T.I.
- Old habit die hard huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child no exception homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated
Man come hell or high water
You understand that you bitch
Bankroll mafia
Hustle gang ova everythang nigga
I got fake bitches on my timeline ay
Sucka niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even wasting my time
Even replying to let you know
I don't feel you fuck 'em
Dodging nothing' but a fed case
Betta know it
Tired of holding' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go
Ain't no turnin' round looking' back
I swear to god
I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And sell it hard I'ma
Bankhead nigga to the heart with
Tote tools on the boulevard
It's young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
Caught that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn who you goin' call
You violatin we ain't lettin' nothing' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy you disrespectful nigga got that
I ain't never been shot at and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from
What you know about that
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And getting' money is the concept
By any means and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride till ain't one left in it
Try me I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business try me
I got fake bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a clear view
Of the city with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember which bitch is it
Shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit
But I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' against god
And I ain't gotta make excuses why
I don't fuck whoever whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not fuck around get crossed out
You caught slippin' roll down on your ass
45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script
Drive-by audition what's up
Whatchu do for dough guess you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff
You ain't doing' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front
Leave you in the dust
Kick in your door masked up like
Who in the fuck
Boy you is a ho ho
Not just a little piece of pussy
Betta watch your ass talking'
You don't me nigga holdup
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And getting' money is the concept
By any means and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride
Til ain't one left in it
Try me I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business
Try me
All I wanna do is go and chill
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea I'm a daddy love my little girls
But I'll still check a bitch like 'pac did lauryn hill
Hey hey I ain't grow into it
I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the reason why your mama warned you
Pray you don't die before
You make it to the street corner
Nigga back who am I
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And getting' money is the concept
By any means and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride
Til ain't one left in it
Try me I'ma handle my business
Handle my business
Try me
I'ma handle my business
Try me I'ma handle my business
Try me
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