Notorious B.I.G. - Breakin' old habits Lyrics
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- Breakin' old habits Lyrics
Album: Duets: The Final Chapter (feat. T.I., Slim Thug) [T.I.] hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall already kno wut it is man, its a bad boy thang man, grand hustle collaboration, yall already kno man, boss hog wus happenin (heyy..) A town pimpin [Slim Thug] Slim Thugga.. I roll scrap glock 40 in my left i rap but still think like im grindin in the trap trynna dept to the change from the streets to the me cant be selling cds n still selling dem thangs cause bitches drop names n bring alot of piorblems n puttin somthing in dey head the only way u gona solve em Jack a stay plottin watchin ur every move n the minute u snooze will be the minute u lose, dude das the rules so i cruise wit the tools to fix the damn fools dat think im slippin wit my juice breakin old habits so hard to do das why you see me on the same block wit the same crew And everybody sitting fat and livin' good And i'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood I was raised by the hustlas and gamed by the G's and taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese [T.I.] You got rich n G shit's still a part of you, cause breakin old habits so hard to do, You still watch for da haters n the robbin' crew, cause breakin old habits so hard to do Went on and shot dat nigga like i started to, cause breakin old habits so hard to do fresh out da dealership crackin open box of cigars in da coupe, man cause breakin old habits so hard to do [Notorious BIG] Damn it feel good to see people up on it, flip 2 keys in 2 weeks and didn't flaunt it, My brain is haunted wit mean dreams, Gs's wit bb's on it, supreme skeems to get richer the Richie quickly, Niggas wanna hit me, if they get me trust my body in linen by Amani, check it, my lyrical carjack make your brain's splat, High calliber gacks is all i fuck wit, now keep the rough shit in my circumfrence, mad bitches, wit mad noochies, Bulletproof vest'es under they Gucci's, Spitting my oozies, dont lose me, My trigger niggas represent driving dirty in jay 30 getting bent And to my hit hoes my murder mami's i be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me, While you still killin' niggas wit punani, like cami and Cyrus, from cypress fucking raw on the floor wit' the virus while i just ship coke, smoke pounds and choke Got lawyers watchin lawyers so i wont go broke, now check it, dem country niggas call me frank white i'm squeeze off in my loft, of cousrse i know my shits tight, Sunrise open my eyes, No suprise, Got my shorty flying in wit keys taped to her thys wit lovely utincils suhen my suhen my china thing she half black half orientak 86 she got me rentals [T.I.] You got rich n G shit's still a part of you, cause breakin old habits so hard to do, You still watch for da haters n the robbin' crew, cause breakin old habits so hard to do Went on and shot dat nigga like i started to, cause breakin old habits so hard to do fresh out da dealership crackin open box of cigars in da coupe, man cause breakin old habits so hard to do [T.I.] i use to drive a chevy monte carlo bricks n blow all in it i was taught to sell dis shit u putcho nose all in it let my bitch drive da benz but da Roll's off limit And how u call yaself pimpin' wit hoes all in ya bidness What it is the music bidness or the streets? Make the decision I do dis in my sleep n you way outcha division pimpin' Dis game we play fa keeps and da rules remain hidden Dis aint a place fa playin' and dat snitchin shit is forbidn i was sittin in da kitchen and peepin' Wit hopes of getting back All dat, was hard to go blow even 50 stacks And now I'm sittin back thinkin bout the time when a nigga get a 100gs think he went down Now we got fakes in the game, it aint fair n thangs aint da same they change it aint fair real niggas dead, doin' dey time and aint here You commit da same crime come home da same year [T.I.] You got rich n G shit's still a part of you, cause breakin old habits so hard to do, You still watch for da haters n the robbin' crew, cause breakin old habits so hard to do Went on and shot dat nigga like i started to, cause breakin old habits so hard to do fresh out da dealership crackin open box of cigars in da coupe, man cause breakin old habits so hard to do
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