Addicted
Yeah, G-Unit
Yeah, ey, ey
I think I gotta have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Yeah, it's like crack to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Man, I think I'ma addicted to the life that I had
So I risk it runnin' the street with the heat
Ball three deep in the SUV, the bigger you blow
The less you see, the more you hear
The real nigga lost his life right there
It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason he's not here
That someone would kill 'im for somethin' that ain't his
And jeopardize the well being of him and his kids
That's how it is, Cig's in the whole crib
Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs
Or went under the dirt with the worms
The results of the codes pack funeral homes
You know the names 'cause we tattooin' them on
I'm gone, just cruisin' back, 2 in the morn'
So fuck rap, we comin' at to you with a song
When you hear that pointed at you and you're gone
I think I gotta' have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Yeah, it's like crack to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
I got my pocket's right, my rocks are bright
The drop is blue and the watch is white, right
That's why they watchin' me as far as I can see
It's all mockery and I'm tryna' be all I can me
Now that my foot's in the door, there's no stoppin' me
Pure poetry, I got a lil' pock' in me
Not internationally, they jockin' me
'Cause my money green and blue like Monopoly
Yeah I left my name all around the globe
Yet still South side, I was bought up by the cold
And I was told, everything ain't gold just 'cause it glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquor
The world don't turn, unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummies lose
True, you hear the strugglin' in the grind when I talk
I breathe and I bleed New York, ey
I think I gotta' have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Yeah, it's like crack to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Yeah, ey, ey
I think I gotta have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Yeah, it's like crack to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Man, I think I'ma addicted to the life that I had
So I risk it runnin' the street with the heat
Ball three deep in the SUV, the bigger you blow
The less you see, the more you hear
The real nigga lost his life right there
It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason he's not here
That someone would kill 'im for somethin' that ain't his
And jeopardize the well being of him and his kids
That's how it is, Cig's in the whole crib
Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs
Or went under the dirt with the worms
The results of the codes pack funeral homes
You know the names 'cause we tattooin' them on
I'm gone, just cruisin' back, 2 in the morn'
So fuck rap, we comin' at to you with a song
When you hear that pointed at you and you're gone
I think I gotta' have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Yeah, it's like crack to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
I got my pocket's right, my rocks are bright
The drop is blue and the watch is white, right
That's why they watchin' me as far as I can see
It's all mockery and I'm tryna' be all I can me
Now that my foot's in the door, there's no stoppin' me
Pure poetry, I got a lil' pock' in me
Not internationally, they jockin' me
'Cause my money green and blue like Monopoly
Yeah I left my name all around the globe
Yet still South side, I was bought up by the cold
And I was told, everything ain't gold just 'cause it glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquor
The world don't turn, unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummies lose
True, you hear the strugglin' in the grind when I talk
I breathe and I bleed New York, ey
I think I gotta' have it
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
I'm goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Yeah, it's like crack to an addict
It ain't too hard for me to grab it
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Lloyd, Michael J. Clervoix, Adrian Jermaine Mobley, Daniel Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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