Deadly Habitz Lyrics
| Song | Deadly Habitz |
| Artist | Gang Starr |
| Album | The Ownerz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Elam, Gray, Martin | |
| (Guru) | |
| 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 | |
| (Verse One: Guru) | |
| 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 | |
| (Chorus: Guru) | |
| 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 | |
| (Verse Two: Guru) | |
| 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! | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse Three: Guru) | |
| 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? | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo ci : Elam, Gray, Martin | |
| Guru | |
| 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 | |
| Verse One: Guru | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: Guru | |
| 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 | |
| Verse Two: Guru | |
| 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! | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Guru | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Elam, Gray, Martin | |
| Guru | |
| 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 | |
| Verse One: Guru | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: Guru | |
| 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 | |
| Verse Two: Guru | |
| 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! | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Three: Guru | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus |
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