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t i – project steps lyrics

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 home boy
no disrespect will be tolerated come h-ll or high water
you understand that? ya b-tch!
bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova everythang n-gg-

i got fake b-tches on my timeline
sucka n-gg-s in my rearview
wonder why i’m even wasting my time
even replying to letcha know i don’t feel you
f-ck ’em!
dodging nothin’ but a fed case
betta know it, tired of holdin’ on to dead weight
goin’ let it go
ain’t no turnin’ round lookin’ back
i swear to god i’ma drop a gem like cookin’ crack
and sell it hard
i’ma, bankhead n-gg- to the heart
tote tools on the boulevard
its young n-gg-s 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 d-mn, who you goin’ call?
you violatin, we ain’t lettin’ nothin’ go at all
we demonstrate and leave your brains on the f-ckin’ wall
p-ss, you disrespectful n-gg-, got that
i ain’t neva 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?”

[hook:]
i’m just a project n-gg- on the front steps
and gettin’ 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 b-tches in my timeline
hatin’ n-gg-s in my rearview
i got naked b-tches in the high rise
on the balcony so they could get a clear view
of the city with my d-ck up in it
but in the morning won’t remember which b-tch is it, sh-t
ay i’m too rich for this sh-t but i’m too real to be tried n-gg-
going against me just like goin’ against god
and i ain’t gotta make excuses
i don’t f-ck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
thought not, f-ck around get crossed out
you caught slippin’ roll down on your -ss, .45 start spittin’
goin’ be a long day n-gg- i start trippin’
don’t be stickin’ to the script, drive-by audition, w-ssup
whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too slow
and by the looks of your stuff, you ain’t doin’ enough
i’m poppin’ witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
kick in your door masked up like, “who in the f-ck?”
boy you a ho ho, not just a little piece of p-ssy
betta watch your -ss talkin’, you don’t me n-gg- holdup

[hook:]
i’m just a project n-gg- on the front steps
and gettin’ 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 b-tch like ‘pac did lauryn hill
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

- t i lyrics

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