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Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Musiq Soulchild
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: 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*}