Lyrics Deadly Habitz - Edited - Gang Starr

Yeah, ′bout to talk about some serious shit
Deadly habits, you know everybody's got ′em
Just that some 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
Nigga be thinkin′ that rap nigga ain't real
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, nigga who caught the drop
Who I gotta stop, who he caught, and who still gotta get popped
Stash box, feelin like fish in "King in 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., nigga 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
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 behavior, 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
Guess they too got deadly habits
Got me on a mission, to go and merk, each and every fagot
Manager's coked up, A and 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'm be abusin′ them fools
Pull the plug on 'em, pull the rug on ′em, have 'em callin up
All their closest thug friends, them nigga can get it too
This Gang Starr shit is too deep, to even get into, so fuck you
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
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
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 nigga that did dumb time, and dumb crimes
I fuck with real nigga, 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?
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