| Yeah, 'bout to talk about some serious shit
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| Deadly habits, you know everybody’s got 'em
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| Just that some try to front, try to cover shit up
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| But fuck that, I be wylin' sometimes, you know why?
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| 'Cause suckers be thinkin' that shit is sweet
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| Nigga be thinkin' that rap nigga ain’t real
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| Well that’s aight, that’s aight
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| Let 'em think what they want
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| Yo I’m steady at it, them deadly habits
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| I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome’s
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| Already shattered by the shit that’s occurred
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| Drivin' home tipsy from the club, puffin' herb, vision blurred
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| Thinkin' 'bout them, nigga who caught the drop
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| Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still gotta get popped
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| Stash box, feelin like fish in «King in New York»
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| Wifey do her thing for the God, she don’t be bringin' me pork
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| 'Cause there’s enough deadly shit a brother be facin'
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| Up in V.I.P., nigga drinks, they be lacin'
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| Got a nigga sweatin' pacin', not ready to fall the fuck up
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| But ready to pull out, and back 'em all the fuck out
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| And my guardian angel, is always there to protect
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| And my supreme nature, keeps all them savages in check
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| How the hell did everything get so twisted
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| They say be careful what you pray for, so I guess now it’s this
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| They will never know, what I do to get by
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| And them many times I almost died
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| They will never know, all the reasons why I flip
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| And now I gotta keep an extra clip
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| They will never know, what this stress is like
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| And why I’m on point, ready to fight
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| They will never know, all the pressure and pain
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| Don’t give a fuck if they think less of me mayne
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| Deadly habits, they could be a number of things
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| Everybody got 'em, some people do ugly things
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| Excessive behavior, it can get the best of you
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| Trust me, I’m a lot like the rest of you
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| I got issues that haven’t been resolved
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| You know like money people owe me while they out havin' a ball
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| Guess they too got deadly habits
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| Got me on a mission, to go and merk, each and every fagot
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| Manager’s coked up, A and R’s all doped up
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| Old school style, have 'em gagged up and roped up
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| Those deadly habits have me losin' my cool
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| But yo the son can’t chill, so I’m be abusin' them fools
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| Pull the plug on 'em, pull the rug on 'em, have 'em callin up
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| All their closest thug friends, them nigga can get it too
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| This Gang Starr shit is too deep, to even get into, so fuck you
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| They will never know, what I do to get by
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| And them many times I almost died
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| They will never know, all the reasons why I flip
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| And now I gotta keep an extra clip
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| They will never know, what this stress is like
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| And why I’m on point, ready to fight
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| They will never know, all the pressure and pain
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| Don’t give a fuck if they think less of me mayne
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| Fuck you wanna do, we way past 7:30
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| Be easy, too many brothers seem to go to Heaven early
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| It’s hell in these streets, but soon I’m on a hot streak
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| Who’s in the hot seat, who had a felony beef
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| I beat cases with different Attorneys
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| And I laughed at the racist DA’s, who were wishin' to burn me
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| My mom caught a heart attack, around the same time
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| News articles were published, around the same time
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| This depressed me more, but I stayed in tact
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| And that last corny chick I was with, she got played in fact
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| I know nigga that did dumb time, and dumb crimes
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| I fuck with real nigga, and never cowards with dumb minds
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| This country’s got us in a fix
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| America, your deadly habits, got us all up in the mix
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| War without, war within, holy war, mortal sin
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| Tell me, huh, what’s the origin?
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| They will never know, what I do to get by
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| And them many times I almost died
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| They will never know, all the reasons why I flip
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| And now I gotta keep an extra clip
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| They will never know, what this stress is like
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| And why I’m on point, ready to fight
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| They will never know, all the pressure and pain
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| Don’t give a fuck if they think less of me mayne |