I'm A Junkie

Intro

Now i played some hoes in my life

But i never played this hoe before

And i swear if it's coo hoe i only wannabe...

Andre

Man i speak with precision

Money's my religion

Freak how ya livin'

I'm fly like a pigeon

Dis is the mind of a rap cat

And get all the money n tha hoe's yo n never drive a hatchback

I talk shit in tha cadillac

It's about 2 a.m. my freak is sippin on cognac

She love me i love her right back

But yo its tha different kind of love

N killa with tha kisses n tha hugs

Thought she might cry like a dove

She know i got hustle in ma blood

She know i dont spit no scams

I like candy yams

I never jepordize who i am

I dont have to try to cross her

Man im her sponser

The word play i display it'll haunt her

Take these cd'z yo n bring tha cash back

Im a junkie for the money how you like that

How you like that

I bet you like that

I'll spank you like that

I think you like that

Equipto

I live life like you think we didnt care

And leave tha scene with ma pinky in tha air

I left ma marks with dents and my imprints

And chopped it up with goldie my big friend

Discuss tha thang like whats tha game

When all fails its all hail we trust the game

And im confident

I spit it like no other on the continent

And i aint lookin for your sympathy or compliments

You work regardless put it aside

You might feel a lil pain thats just ya pride

Now baby wide open breakin tha rules

In tha shoes of a prostitute bout to choose

Im chosen all up in tha rhyme like a metaphore

Promote the queezy help me go get a hoe

Andre

You lookin at the vulture of the rap culture

You stare long enough you might see me just move on my poster

I might have to ice grill ya

If you talk out a line and the god dont feel ya

Ill put ya mind in a octagon

You devote ya whole world trying to play with khan

You ride around in tha flyest car

And catered at the bar

I had you shinin like a lucky star

And all you gotta do is take this and bring it back take this and bring it back take this and bring it back...shit

Now im laughin at tha money stackin all yo friends

And yo buddy pack is lookin fo this rap cat

Man its tha gift boss

And get the hot sauce

Dont ask what tha clothes or tha cars cost

I like to mad floss

N get ma hair did

N talk shit to a chick eatin spare ribs

She said she love me

I make her heart freeze

Alright baby then move these cds