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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Keez
Keez
Bass
Chink Santana
Chink Santana
All Instruments
Diddy
Diddy
Sampled Artist
Slim Thug
Slim Thug
Vocals
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Burton Smith
Burton Smith
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Earl DeRouen
Earl DeRouen
Songwriter
Edward Howard
Edward Howard
Songwriter
Kelly Price
Kelly Price
Songwriter
Oliver Sain
Oliver Sain
Songwriter
Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Stayve Thomas
Stayve Thomas
Songwriter
Todd Gaither
Todd Gaither
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reed Taylor
Reed Taylor
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Soper
Chris Soper
Assistant Engineer
Isaiah Abolin
Isaiah Abolin
Assistant Engineer
Chink Santana
Chink Santana
Producer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
David Hyman
David Hyman
Recording Engineer
Mr. Rogers
Mr. Rogers
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, what it is pimpin'? 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. pimpin' Y'all already know what it is man, its a bad boy thing man Grand hustle collaboration, y'all already know man Boss Hog, what's happening? (Hey) A-Town pimpin' 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 them thangs 'Cause snitches drop names and bring a lot of problems And putting somthin' in they head, the only way you gonna solve em' Jackass 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 Breakin' 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 hustlas, 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 breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do When on shot that nigga like I started to 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership crackin' open cigars in the coupe Man 'cause breakin' 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 circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci Bulletproof vestes under they coochie Spittin' my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent Drivin' dirty in J-30's gettin' bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin' niggas with punani, 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 watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin' 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 86, she got me rentals You got rich and G shit is still a part of you 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do When on shot that nigga like I started to 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership crackin' open cigars in the coupe Man 'cause breakin 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 hundred 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 breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for the haters and the robbing crew 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do When on shot that nigga like I started to 'Cause breakin' old habits so hard to do Fresh out the dealership crackin' open cigars in the coupe Man 'cause breakin" old habits so hard to do
Writer(s): Clifford J. Harris, Rashad Smith, Stayve Thomas, Kelly Price, Shawn C. Carter, Christopher Wallace, Todd Eric Gaither, Oliver Sain Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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