paroles de chanson Breakin' Old Habits - The Notorious B.I.G. , T.I. , Slim Thug
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
1 Running Your Mouth
2 Love Is Everlasting (outro)
3 Wake Up
4 Wake Up Now
5 Just a Memory
6 Hold Your Head
7 Hold Ya Head
8 Little Homie (interlude)
9 Mi Casa
10 Mi Casa
11 Mi Casa
12 Ultimate Rush
13 Ultimate Rush
14 Breakin' Old Habits (feat. T.I. and Slim Thug)
15 Breakin' Old Habits
16 Hustler's Story
17 Hustler's Story
18 Hustler's Story
19 Little Homie - Interlude
20 Hustler's Story
21 My Dad (interlude)
22 Beef
23 Beef
24 B.I.G. Live In Jamaica - Intro
25 I'm With Whatever
26 I'm With Whateva
27 I'm With Whateva
28 Living in Pain
29 Nasty Girl
30 1970 Somethin'
31 1970 Somethin'
32 1970 Somethin'
33 Greatest Rapper (interlude)
34 The Greatest Rapper (interlude)
35 Living the Life
36 Living the Life
37 Living The Life
38 Get Your Grind On
39 Get Your Grind On
40 Whatchu Want - The Commission
41 Whatchu Want (The Commission)
42 Whatchu Want
43 Spit Your Game (feat. Twista and Bone Thugs N Harmony)
44 Spit Your Game
45 It Has Been Said
46 B.I.G. Live in Jamaica (intro)
47 My Dad (interlude)
48 Little Homie (interlude)
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.