Deadly Habitz lyrics

Artist  : Gangstarr 
Song : Deadly Habitz



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[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]