Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Musiq Soulchild Album: Rotten Apple Song: Addicted Typed by: damez7@gmail.com * * send corrections to the typist [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*}