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T.I.

Clifford Joseph Harris, Jr. (born September 25, 1980), better known by his stage name T.I., by his nickname Tip and by his alter ego T.I.P., is an American hip hop recording artist, film and music producer, actor and author. He is also the founder and co-chief executive officer (CEO) of Grand Hustle Records. more »

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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, 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 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?"

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 f*ck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, f*ck 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 f*ck?"
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

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