Addicted Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Yeah, G-Unit 

Yeah, ey, ey 

I think I gotta have it 

And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet 

I'm goin' with this kinda 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 

Goin' with this kinda music 

Puts me right back on the block 

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

So I risk it runnin' the street with the heat 

Ball three deep in the SUV, the bigger you blow 

The less you see, the more you hear 

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The real nigga lost his life right there 

It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason he's not here 

That someone would kill 'im for somethin' that ain't his 

And 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 under the dirt with the worms 

The results of the codes pack funeral homes 

You know the names 'cause we tattooin' them on 

I'm gone, just cruisin' back, 2 in the morn' 

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

When you hear that pointed at you and you're gone 

I think I gotta' have it 

And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet 

I'm goin' with this kinda music 

Puts me right back on the block 

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Yeah, it's like crack to an addict 

It ain't too hard for me to grab it 

Goin' with this kinda music 

Puts me right back on the block 

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 I can me 

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

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

Not internationally, they jockin' me 

'Cause my money green and blue like Monopoly 

Yeah I left my name all around the globe 

Yet still South side, I was bought up by the cold 

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 

True, you hear the strugglin' in the grind when I talk 

I breathe and I bleed New York, ey 

I think I gotta' have it 

And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet 

I'm goin' with this kinda 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 

Goin' with this kinda music 

Puts me right back on the block