[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]