Key: B minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Ayy it is pimpin'?
Slim
Thug
T .I .P doin the
B .I .G.
Dm
Am
B .I .G. you understand what
I'm sayin?
Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
P .S .C.
Dm
Pimpin'
Am
Y 'all already know what it is man it's the bad boy thing man grandmas
G
Am
collaboration y 'all already know man boss hot what's happenin?
Ayyyyyy.
A.
Town
Pimpin'
Tryin' to adapt to the change
Can't be sellin'
CDs and still sellin' them things
And puttin' somethin' in they head,
the only way you gon' solve em'
Jackets stay plottin',
watchin' your every move
Dm
And the minute you snooze'll be the minute you lose,
dude
That's the rules,
To fix the damn fools who think I'm
slippin' with my jewels
Dm
Am
Breakin' old habits so hard to do
That's why you see me on the
same block with the same crew
Dm
Am
And everybody
sittin' fat livin' good
And I'm the only nigga that be
and gained by the
G's
And taught by the bosses
how to stack that cheese
G shit still a part of you
Dm
Am
You still watch for the haters in the road
Am
Went on shot that nigga like I started to
Hey, could break an old
habit so hard to do
Man, could break an old
Flipped two keys in two
GS's with
BB's on it, supreme schemes
Am
Dm
Am
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me
Armani
make your brain splat
High caliber gaps is all I fuck with
my circumference
Bulletproof vests is under they
Dm
coochies
Spittin' my
My trigger niggas represent
Drivin' dirty in
J30s, gettin' bent
Dm
Am
Enter my hit holes, my murder mommies
I be smokin' trees in
Belize when they find me
Like
Connie and
Cyrus up in
Cyprus
Fuck your
While I just sling coke,
Am
Dm
smoke pounds an d chill
Now check it,
Frank
White
I'm squirtin' off in my loft,
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys
taped to her thighs
Dm
Am
With all the utensils who
hate my china things
She half black, half oriental,
Am
Dm
got rich, g -shit's still a part of you
Dm
Am
You still watch for the haters in the run
True, I could break an old habit so hard
Hey, could break an old habit so hard
Could break an old habit so hard
Chevy, money -collar bricks
I was taught to sell this shit
You put your nose all in it
Hey, how you call yourself pimpin'
out your division
Pimp this game, we play for keeps
and the rules remain hidden
This ain't a place for lamin',
that snitchin' shit is forbidden
All that off a brick,
thinkin' bout a time when a nigga get a hundred
G's, think he went dime
Dm
Am
And that little valority in the game,
it ain't fair
And things ain't the same,
they changed, it ain't fair
Real niggas dead,
doin' they time and they ain't here
You commit the same crime,
You get rich and
Could break an old habit so hard,
Dm
Am
You still watch for the haters
and the robbing crew
Could break an old habit so hard,
Could break an old habit so hard, dude
Man, could break an old habit so hard,
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Oo h, oooh, oohh
Dm
Am
Ooh, oooh, oooh
Outro 1
Mmm
Am
Dm
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