Addicted

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

Yeah... G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!

Uh, Yeah, Ey, Ey...

[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild]

I think I gotta' have it

It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet

Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

It's like crack to an addict

I'm it too hard, for me to grab it

Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Man I think I'ma dig it

To to the life that I had, so I risk it

Runnin' the street with the heat more

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 his not here

(Yeah) So he came over somethin' that ain't his

That 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 and got a dirt with the worms

With the result of the codes, packed funeral homes

Know the names, cause we tattoo in the morn'

I'm gone, just cruisin' back to in the morgue

So front rap, we comin' at to you with a song

When you hear that, {*Reload*} pointed at you and your gone

[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild] + (Lloyd Banks)

I think I gotta' have it

It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet

Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

It's like crack to an addict

I'm it too hard, for me to grab it

Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

(Uh, Yeah, Ey...)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

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 lockin me

Now that my foot's in the door, there's no stoppin' me

It's pure poetry, I got a lil' pock' in me

Not internationally, they jockin' me

Cuz' my money green and blue like Monopoly

They all left a name all around the globe

Get still Southside, I was bought up by the curb

(Southside) And I was told, everything ain't gold

It's to the glitter, they had to drain 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!

[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild]

I think I gotta' have it

It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet

Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

It's like crack to an addict

I'm it too hard, for me to grab it

Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

{*fade 'til end*}