El Fudge - Bad Habits lyrics

[Talking] f**in' rules man..... Rowdy peoples man Got me high as a son of a b**h Got me thinkin' about New York But I wrote somethin' for y'all Wha-what, yeh-yeh, listen to this [Verse 1] Regular day on my block same n***as hustlin' in they own quarters Cla**ified wants Fudge again, but my regular crew We average broke n***as on occasion Chip in between six for four wheelers Make enough to stay crispy, but never the ones to blow spot Catch AIDS before grenades hit me Respected for my legal hustle But really ain't much of it On occasions told s** a dick Sufferin' from a chronic irresponsibility syndrome f**in' up all possibilities to get dough I'm twenty years old, with the newest flavors on f**ed up in the game can't even keep a pager on Easily targeted from out my pack A blue Privea pulls up, my man hops out the back Fresh Gucci knits pulls a sack from out his hat Compliments from chickens being heard, yo his Alfa's phat Askin' me what I been up to You know doin' shows same old same old You know how Fudge do, blazzy bla uh-huh He'll say f** who?, some s*ut b**h from 175th that f** you Come on now please, what's cracka lackin' homie Peep it there's somewhere I'd like for you to take a package for me Times are hard, what package?, for them things, f** dat sh** When where and how much the questions bein' asked When he went in the pocket, of his right pant leg and broke out Hundred dollar government notes out Lookin' cute on the corner crushin' them hoes now Bet he bagged one of their digits before he rose out Runnin' through his ugly bills, and pulls his most ugly two-o out Fam comes to me ya missed, no doubt, no doubt And it goes like this, like this [Hook] Legal business, don't come through everytime So I have to turn back to bad habits of crime I'm not a genius, I got an average mind So I have to turn back to bad habits of crime [x2 'mind' changed to 'rhyme' on repeat] [Verse 2] Feelin' myself now, cards are dealt how The f** was I supposed to be offered what he held down Is he activated in the game Saturated his name in the market so much he graduated great Ah f** it f** discussions let's talk business Get accustomed to blowin' O's on some silly sh** Me and my man June and Jay, bunch ah idiots We love layin' up in p**y like a cli*oris listen, let's do it Make sure that there really is a connect out there We can't afford to lose it It comes back good profits go back into our music If not we won't be able to say we lived through it Especially if a problem awoke The same old pimpin' to this sh** here Y'all know how it goes, it's over, it's over, it's over [Hook x2]