| I think i gotta have it Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
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| Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
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| Its like crack to an addict
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| It aint to hard for me to grab it Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
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| Uh man i think im addicted to the life that i had
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| So i risk it runnin the street with the heat boy
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| Three deep in the suv the bigger u blow the less you see
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| The more u hear a real nigga lost his life right there
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| Its hard to believe a flippers the reason he’s not here
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| Damn and still get killed over somethin that aint his
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| And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids
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| Thats how it is cigs in old cribs dudes that tote pigs
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| Live with broke ribs or went under the dirt with the worms
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| The results of the colds pack funeral homes
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| U know the names cause we tatooin em on Im gone just cruisin back 2 in the mornin
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| So fuck rap im comin at you in the song
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| When you hear the (click clack) point it at you n your gone
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| I think i gotta have it Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
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| Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
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| Its like crack to an addict
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| It aint to hard for me to grab it Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
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| Ey i got my pockets right my rocks are bright
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| The drop is blue n the watch is white
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| Right thats why they watchin me As far as i can see its all mockery
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| And im tryna be all i can be Now that my foots in the door theres no stoppin me Pure poetry i got a little pac in me Now internationally they jockin me Cause my money green n blue like monopoly
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| Yea i left a name all around the globe
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| Yet still southside i was brought up by the code (southside)
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| N i was told everything aint gold its cause the glitter
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| And had to drown the pain with the liquer
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| The world dont turn unless the money move
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| The early bird get the worm and the dummys lose
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| True u hear the struggle and the grind when i talk
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| I breathe and i bleed new york
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| I think i gotta have it Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
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| Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
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| Its like crack to an addict
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| It aint to hard for me to grab it Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Addicted , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Rotten Apple, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп