Deadly Habitz

Yeah, bout to talk about some serious shit

Deadly habits, you know everybody's got 'em

Just that some niggaz try to front, try to cover shit up

But fuck that, I be wylin sometimes - you know why?

Cause suckers be thinkin that shit is sweet

Niggaz be thinkin that rap niggaz ain't real, haha

Yeah well that's aight, that's aight

Let 'em think what they want

Yo I'm steady at it, them deadly habits

I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered

By the shit that's occurred

Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin herb, vision blurred

Thinkin bout them niggaz who caught the drop

Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still gotta get popped

Stash box, feelin like Fish in "King of New York"

Wifey do her thing for the God, she don't be bringin me pork

Cause there's enough deadly shit a brother be facin

Up in V.I.P., niggaz drinks they be lacin

Got a nigga sweatin pacin, not ready to fall the fuck up

But ready to pull out, and back 'em all the fuck out

And my guardian angel, is always there to protect

And my supreme nature, keeps all them savages in check

How the hell did everything get so twisted

They say be careful what you pray for, so I guess now it's this shit

They will never know - what I do to get by

And them many times I almost died

They will never know - all the reasons why I flip

And now I gotta keep an extra clip

They will never know - what this stress is like

And why I'm on point, ready to fight

They will never know - all the pressure and pain

Don't give a fuck if they think less of me mayne

Deadly habits, they could be a number of things

Everybody got 'em, some people do ugly things

Excessive behaviour, it can get the best of you

Trust me, I'm a lot like the rest of you

I got issues, that haven't been resolved

You know like, money people owe me while they out havin a ball

(Mmm) Guess they too got deadly habits

Got me on a mission, to go and merk, each and every faggot

Manager's coked up, A&R's all doped up

Old school style, have 'em gagged up and roped up

Those deadly habits have me losin my cool

But yo the Son can't chill, so I'ma be abusin them fools

Pull the plug on 'em, pull the rug on 'em

Have 'em callin up, all their closest thug friends

Them niggaz can get it too

This GangStarr shit is too deep, to even get into

So fuck you!

Fuck you wanna do, we way past 7:30

Be easy, too many brothers seem to go to heaven early

It's hell in these streets, but soon I'm on a hot streak

Who's in the hot seat, who had a felony beef

Yo I beat cases, with different attorneys

And I laughed at the racist DA's, who were wishin to burn me

My mom caught a heart attack, around the same time

News articles were published, around the same time

This depressed me more, but I stayed in tact

And that last corny chick I was with, she got played in fact

I know niggaz that did dumb time, and dumb crimes

I fuck with real niggaz, and never cowards with dumb minds

This country's got us in a fix

America, your deadly habits, got us all up in the mix

War without, war within, holy war, mortal sin

Tell me - huh, what's the origin?