| Say nigga.
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| Bring me the big lighter, nigga
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| What’s takin you so long, nigga, to flick me?
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| Smoke somethin, bi…
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| (Why you trippin?)
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| Old ratchet-mouth, 9−6 teeth-socket-mouth, ???-mouth
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| ???-chewin biatch!
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| If a nigga get in my way, nigga
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| I take they pipe, they monkey wrenches, they waterholes
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| Nigga, pander they lighters, nigga
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| Robbery, nigga
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| For cocaine!
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| Dub C’s at the muthafuckin rockhouse
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| And I’m, hopin one of y’all can help me out, see
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| My brother’s a basehead and I gotta get him
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| Before Mr. Dopeman kill him (kill him)
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| Plus he’s makin my mother cry
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| Her little heart ??? |
| and that shit ain’t fly (smoked out)
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| And even though he’s our oldest
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| I gotta deal with his ass from the muthafuckin shoulders
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| For hurtin the family like this
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| That niggga gotta get dealt with (muthafucka)
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| Used to be sittin on swoll
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| But now his ass is thinner than a car antena
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| Walkin down the block with Miss Strawberry
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| Smokin on any and every-
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| Thing that’ll get a nigga blasted
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| He’s to the curb, plus I done heard
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| He been hittin on my neighbors for money
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| Runnin that bullshit drag
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| About his car ran out of gas
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| Damn, this nigga must be tweakin
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| Plus I ain’t seen him all weekend
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| But when I do I’mma break that ass in half (ping)
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| With this muthafuckin baseball bat
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| And if all fails I got a automatic
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| But I don’t wanna kill him, I wanna kill his habit
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| But some may say I’m goin about it the wrong way
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| But they don’t stay over my way
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| And if you ain’t never had a family member doin this
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| Then don’t say shit
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| Cause I done tried rehabilitation
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| But to this nigga rehabs ain’t shit but vacations
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| So now I gotta do it my way
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| So y’all excuse the tactic
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| I’m tryin to kill a habit
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| (Cocaine
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| Cause that’s what he looks for, cocaine
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| Never does he ever get any sleep
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| Just walks day in and day out)
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| (He'll chase that high all the time)
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| Now I’m lookin for my brother bendin mo' corners
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| Rollin in a dookie green Nova
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| A nigga done searched all night
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| And his punk ass still ain’t in sight
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| Swooped on the homies (what's up, nigga?)
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| Anyone of y’all seen my brother bailin around this muthafucka?
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| (Yeah.) They all pointed down the block
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| That’s all I needed to know
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| Cause now I’m headed for the liquor sto'
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| Pulled in the liquor sto' parkin lot
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| Oh shit, somebody musta got shot
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| Cause all I seen was niggas in a crowd so deep
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| Heard a clap take up in the streets
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| So I went a little closer to see what it was all about
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| And standin in the crowd
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| There was my muthafuckin brother butt-naked
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| Doin the Wop in the intersection
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| Damn, the shit had his ass so high
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| After doin the Wop the nigga broke into the Robocop
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| That’s when I grabbed and pulled him in a car
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| Got out of dodge
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| Took him home, locked him in the garage
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| Me and Toones tied him up, cuffed him up
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| Roughed him up, I mean we fucked him up
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| So y’all ??? |
| screamin on mine
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| And excuse the tactic
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| I’m tryin to kill a habit
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| (Welcome class to Basehead Anonymous
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| We have a new friend with us here today
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| Would you please stand up and share with us.
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| — Watch out, watch out y’all
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| Hey all what’s up y’all?
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| My name Willie Calloway
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| I’m a e-ex basehead
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| — Hi Willie.
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| (*applause*))
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| 6 months done passed
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| And everything’s cool, my brother done got his size back
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| Sittin on monster swoll
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| Regretting the day he ever fucked with the yayo.
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| Now here’s with me and Toones, see
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| Until he’s complete, he’s standin back on his feet
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| Now my mother can smile again cause she’s proud again
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| No more smokin (I quit)
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| He told us all, he swore
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| We’ll never ever catch him with that shit no mo'
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| Till me and Toones got a call from D. C
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| Hey nigga, it’s time to promote the new LP (what)
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| So we packed our bags and hit the road for two weeks
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| Nigga, here comes bad company
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| But when we got back home
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| My brother, my furniture, my muthafuckin equipment was gone
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| That nigga done smoked it all up
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| And I ain’t seen him since
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| That’s why I’m so pissed
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| I guess I had to learn the hard way
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| The only one to kill a habit is the one doin the crack
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| It’s like a catch 22, what can you do?
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| When somebody so close continuously fucks you
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| Hey yo Toones, pass the strap
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| Y’all excuse the tactic
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| I gotta to kill a habit
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| (*gun is cocked and shot*)
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| (You're, you’re had
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| — That's it
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| You belong to the, to the pipe) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kill A Habit , by - WC & The Maad Circle. Song from the album Curb Servin', in the genre R&B