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

Hey, what it is pimping 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. pimping! 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, what's happening (hey...) A-Town pimping! 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 things 'Cause snitches drop names and bring a lot of problems And putting something 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 That's the rules so I cruise with the tools To fix the damn fools that think I'm slipping with my jewels Breaking 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 hustlers, 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 breaking old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew 'Cause breaking old habits so hard to do When on shot that nigga like I started to 'Cause breaking old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership cracking open cigars in the coupe Man, 'cause breaking 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 circumference, mad bitches, with mad lucci Bulletproof vests under they coochie Spitting my uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent Driving dirty in J-30's getting bent And to my hit whores, my murder mommies I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me While you still killing 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 watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirting 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 breaking old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew 'Cause breaking old habits so hard to do When on shot that nigga like I started to 'Cause breaking old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership cracking open cigars in the coupe Man 'cause breaking 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 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 breaking old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew 'Cause breaking old habits so hard to do When on shot that nigga like I started to 'Cause breaking old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership cracking open cigars in the coupe Man, 'cause breaking old habits so hard to do