Project Steps Lyrics - 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 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 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' nothin' 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?" 

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I'm just a project nigga 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 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 doin' 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 talkin', you don't me nigga holdup 

I'm just a project nigga 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 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 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