Addicted (feat. Musiq Soulchild)

Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!

I think I got a habit

It keeps pulling me in like a magnet

Going with this kind of 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

Going with this kind of music

Puts me right back on the block

Man, I think I'm addicted to the life that I had

So I risk it, running the streets with the heat, boy

Three deep in the SUV

The bigger you blow, the less you see, the more you hear

A real **** lost his life right there

It's hard to believe a flip is the reason he's not here

A **** still will kill over something that ain't his

And jeopardize the well being of him and his kids

That's how it is, cigs and old cribs

Those that tote pigs live with broke ribs

Or went under the dirt with the worms

The results of the cold, packed funeral homes

And you know the names 'cause we tattooing 'em on

I'm gone, just cruising back to 'em in the morn'

So fuck rap, we coming at you with a song

When you hear that -gun cocks- pointed at you and you're gone

I think I got a habit

It keeps pulling me in like a magnet

Going with this kind of 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

Going with this kind of music

Puts me right back on the block

I got my pockets right, my rocks are bright

The drop is blue, and the watch is white, right

That's why they watching me, as far as I can see

It's all mockery and I'm trying to be all I can be

Now that my foot's in the door, it's no stopping me

Pure poetry, I got a lil' 'Pac in me

Now internationally they jocking me

'Cause my money green and blue like Monopoly

Yeah, I left a name all around the globe

Yet still Southside, I was brought up by the code (Southside)

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, it's true

You hear the struggle and the grind when I talk

I breathe and I bleed New York

I think I got a habit

It keeps pulling me in like a magnet

Going with this kind of 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

Going with this kind of music

Puts me right back on the block