The Notorious B.I.G., T.I., Slim Thug - Breakin’ Old Habits lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G., T.I., Slim Thug - Breakin’ Old Habits lyrics]
Hey what it is pimpin
Slim Thug and TIP doing it BIG with BIG
(yea a ye yeaah)
Ya understand what I'm saying (hey)
PSC pimpin!
Y'all already know what it is man
It's a bad boy thing man
Grand hustle collaboration
Y'all already know man
Boss Hog whats happening (hey)
A Town pimpin!
Slim Thugga!
I roll strapped Glock 40 in my lap
I rap but still think like
I'm grinding in the trap
Trying to adapt to the change from
The streets to the game
Can't be selling CD's and
Still selling dem thangs
Cause snitches drop names and
Bring alot of problems
And putting somthing in they head the
Only way you gonna solve em'
Jackas stay plotting watching your every move
And the minute you snooze will
Be the minute you lose, dude
Thats the rules so I cruise with the tools
To fix the damn fools that think
I'm slipping with my jewels
Breakin old habit's so hard to do
Thats why you see me on the
Same block with the same crew
And everybody sitting fat living good
And I'm the only nigga that
Be rapping in my hood
I was raised by the hustlas
And ganged by the G's
And taught by the bosses how
To stack that cheese
You got rich and G shit is
Still a part of you
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
You still watch for the haters
And the robbing crew
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
When on shot that nigga like I started to
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Fresh out the dealership crackin open
Cigars in the coupe
Man cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks
And didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes
To get Richer
Than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my
Body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with
Now peep the rough shit
In my circumfrence, mad bitches
With mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me
My trigga niggas represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggas with punany
Like Connie
And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw
You on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke
Smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so
I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggas call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of
Course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flying in with
Keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils
Who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six
She got me rentals
You got rich and G shit is
Still a part of you
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
You still watch for the haters
And the robbing crew
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
When on shot that nigga like I started to
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Fresh out the dealership crackin open
Cigars in the coupe
Man cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo
Bricks of blow all in it
I was taught to sell the shit
You put your nose all in it
Let my bitch drive the Benz
But the Rolls off limit's
How you call yourself pimpin
With hoes all in your buisness what it is
The music business or the
Streets make a decision
I do this in my sleep
And you way out your division pimp
This game we play for keeps
And the rules remain hidden
This ain't a place for lames and
That snitching shit is forbidden
After sitting in the kitchen and whipping
With hopes of getting back
All that off a brick to go blow it
So it even 50 stacks
And now I'm sitting back
Thinking about a time
When a nigga get a 100 g's
Think he went down
But now look for loyalty in the game
It ain't there
And things ain't the same they
Changed it ain't fair real niggas dead
Doing their time and ain't here
You commit the same crime and
Come home the same year
You got rich and G shit is
Still a part of you
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
You still watch for the haters
And the robbing crew
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
When on shot that nigga like I started to
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Fresh out the dealership crackin open
Cigars in the coupe
Man cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Slim Thug and TIP doing it BIG with BIG
(yea a ye yeaah)
Ya understand what I'm saying (hey)
PSC pimpin!
Y'all already know what it is man
It's a bad boy thing man
Grand hustle collaboration
Y'all already know man
Boss Hog whats happening (hey)
A Town pimpin!
Slim Thugga!
I roll strapped Glock 40 in my lap
I rap but still think like
I'm grinding in the trap
Trying to adapt to the change from
The streets to the game
Can't be selling CD's and
Still selling dem thangs
Cause snitches drop names and
Bring alot of problems
And putting somthing in they head the
Only way you gonna solve em'
Jackas stay plotting watching your every move
And the minute you snooze will
Be the minute you lose, dude
Thats the rules so I cruise with the tools
To fix the damn fools that think
I'm slipping with my jewels
Breakin old habit's so hard to do
Thats why you see me on the
Same block with the same crew
And everybody sitting fat living good
And I'm the only nigga that
Be rapping in my hood
I was raised by the hustlas
And ganged by the G's
And taught by the bosses how
To stack that cheese
You got rich and G shit is
Still a part of you
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
You still watch for the haters
And the robbing crew
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
When on shot that nigga like I started to
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Fresh out the dealership crackin open
Cigars in the coupe
Man cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks
And didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes
To get Richer
Than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my
Body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with
Now peep the rough shit
In my circumfrence, mad bitches
With mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me
My trigga niggas represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggas with punany
Like Connie
And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw
You on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke
Smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so
I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggas call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of
Course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flying in with
Keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils
Who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six
She got me rentals
You got rich and G shit is
Still a part of you
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
You still watch for the haters
And the robbing crew
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
When on shot that nigga like I started to
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Fresh out the dealership crackin open
Cigars in the coupe
Man cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo
Bricks of blow all in it
I was taught to sell the shit
You put your nose all in it
Let my bitch drive the Benz
But the Rolls off limit's
How you call yourself pimpin
With hoes all in your buisness what it is
The music business or the
Streets make a decision
I do this in my sleep
And you way out your division pimp
This game we play for keeps
And the rules remain hidden
This ain't a place for lames and
That snitching shit is forbidden
After sitting in the kitchen and whipping
With hopes of getting back
All that off a brick to go blow it
So it even 50 stacks
And now I'm sitting back
Thinking about a time
When a nigga get a 100 g's
Think he went down
But now look for loyalty in the game
It ain't there
And things ain't the same they
Changed it ain't fair real niggas dead
Doing their time and ain't here
You commit the same crime and
Come home the same year
You got rich and G shit is
Still a part of you
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
You still watch for the haters
And the robbing crew
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
When on shot that nigga like I started to
Cause breakin old habit's so hard to do
Fresh out the dealership crackin open
Cigars in the coupe
Man cause breakin old habit's so hard to do