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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Slim Thug
Vocals
T.I.
Vocals
Keez
Bass
Chink Santana
All Instruments
Diddy
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Burton Smith
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Earl DeRouen
Songwriter
Edward Howard
Songwriter
Kelly Price
Songwriter
Oliver Sain
Songwriter
Rashad Smith
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Stayve Thomas
Songwriter
Todd Gaither
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reed Taylor
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Soper
Assistant Engineer
Isaiah Abolin
Assistant Engineer
Chink Santana
Producer
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
David Hyman
Recording Engineer
Mr. Rogers
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, what it is pimpin'?
Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G. with B.I.G.
You understand what I'm sayin'?
Hey, P.S.C. pimpin', y'all already know what it is, man
It's a bad boy thing, man
Grand Hustle collaboration, y'all already know, man
Boss Hog, what's happenin'?
Hey, A town pimpin' (Slim Thugga)
[Verse 2]
I roll strapped, Glock .40 in my lap
I rap, but still think like I'm grinding in the trap
Tryin' to adapt to the change from the streets to the game
Can't be sellin' CDs and still sellin' them things
The snitches drop names and bring a lot of problems
And puttin' somethin' in they head the only way you gon' solve 'em
Jackers stay plottin', watchin' your every move
And the minute you snooze will be the minute you lose, dude
[Verse 3]
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 e'rybody sitting fat, living good
And I'm the only **** that be rappin' in my hood
I was raised by the hustlers and ganged by the G's
And taught by the bosses how to stack that cheese
[Verse 4]
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 **** 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
[Verse 5]
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, **** 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
[Verse 6]
In my circumference, mad bitches with mad lucci
Bulletproof vests under their coochies
Spittin' my uzi, don't lose me
My trigger **** represent
Drivin' dirty in J30's, gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin' **** with punani
Like Connie and Cyrus up in Cypress
Fuckin' raw, you on the floor with the virus
[Verse 7]
While I just sling coke, smoke pounds, and choke
Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke
Now check it, them country **** 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 flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black, half oriental, eighty-six, she got me rentals
[Verse 8]
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 **** 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
[Verse 9]
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
Hey, 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
[Verse 10]
After sitting in the kitchen and whipping with hopes of getting it back
All that off a brick to go blow it, so even 50 stacks
And now I'm sittin' back, thinkin' about a time
When a **** get a hunnid G's, think he went down
But never look for loyalty in the game, it ain't there
And things ain't the same, they changed, it ain't fair
Real **** dead, doing their time, and ain't here
You commit the same crime and come home the same year
[Verse 11]
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 **** 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
Written by: Burton Smith, Clifford Harris, Earl DeRouen, Edward Howard, Kelly Price, Oliver Sain, Rashad Smith, Shawn Carter, Stayve Thomas, The Notorious B.I.G., Todd Gaither