Breakin' Old Habits (feat. T.I. & Slim Thug)

Hey, what it is pimpin'?

Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G (yea-a-ye, yeah)

Ya understand what I'm saying (hey)

P.S.C. pimpin'

Y'all already know what it is man, its a bad boy thing man

Grand hustle collaboration, y'all already know man

Boss Hog, what's 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 them thangs

'Cause snitches drop names and bring a lot of problems

And putting somthin' in they head, the only way you gonna solve em'

Jackass stay plotting, watching your every move

And the minute you snooze will be the minute you lose, dude

That's the rules so I cruise with the tools

To fix the damn fools that think I'm slipping with my jewels

Breakin' old habits so hard to do

That's 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 habits so hard to do

You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew

'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do

When on shot that nigga like I started to

'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do

Fresh out the dealership crackin' open cigars in the coupe

Man 'cause breakin' old habits 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 punani, 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 86, she got me rentals

You got rich and G shit is still a part of you

'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do

You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew

'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do

When on shot that nigga like I started to

'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do

Fresh out the dealership crackin' open cigars in the coupe

Man 'cause breakin old habits 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 limits

How you call yourself pimpin'? With hoes all in your business

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 hundred 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 habits so hard to do

You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew

'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do

When on shot that nigga like I started to

'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do

Fresh out the dealership crackin' open cigars in the coupe

Man 'cause breakin" old habits so hard to do