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