[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah...
Uh huh...
GGGGGG G-UNit...!!!
Yeah... Uh...
Hey.. Hey...
[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild {Lloyd Banks}]
I think I got a habit
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
(Uh huh)
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
(Yeah)
It's like crack to an addict {Uh, Yeah}
Gettin' too hard for me to grab it {Uh huh}
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
[Verse: Lloyd Banks {Musiq Soulchild}]
Uh...
Man I think i'm addicted
(uh), to the life that I had
So I risk it
(uh), runnin' the street with the heat, boy
(Yeah!)
Three deep in the SUV the bigger you blow
The less you see the more you hear
(Shhh..)
A real nigga lost his life right there
Its hard to believe a flip is the reason he's not here
(Damn!)
He still came up to something that ain't his
And jeapordised the well-beings of him and his kid
Thats how it is, cigs and old cribs
Dough that tow pigs, live with broke ribs {Oh!}
Or went under the dirt with the worms
The results of the code packed funeral homes {Homes!}
You know the names, cuz we tattoo'in 'um all
I'm gone, jus' cruisin' back two in the morn' {Ohhh..}
So front rap is comin' at you on a song
When you hear that {Click Clack} pointed at you and it's on
(Hey)
[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild {Lloyd Banks}]
I think I got a habit
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
(Uh huh)
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
(Yeah) {Whoooo}
It's like crack to an addict {Uh}
Gettin' too hard for me to grab it {Uh huh}
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block {Yeah}
[Verse: Lloyd Banks {Musiq Soulchild}]
Hey...
I got my pockets right
(uh), my rocks are bright
(uh)
The drop is blue
(uh), and the watch is white, right
Thats why they watchin' me, as far as I can see
Its all mockery and i'm tryna be all I can be {Oh!}
(Yeah!)
Now that my foots in the door there's no stoppin' me
(No)
Pure poetry I got a lil' Pac in me
(Yeah)
Now internationally they jockin' me
(Uh, Yeah)
Cuz my money green and blue like monopoly
(Whoooo!)
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
It's to the glitter, and had to drown the paint with the liquor
The world don't turn unless the money move
(Nah!)
The early bird get the worm and the dummy's lose, true
We hear the struggle in the grind when I talk
I breathe and I bleed New York...!!!
[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild {Lloyd Banks}]
I think I got a habit
And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
(Uh huh) {Uh}
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block
(Yeah) {Yeah}
It's like crack to an addict {Uh}
Gettin' too hard for me to grab it {Uh huh}
Goin' with this kinda music
Puts me right back on the block {Yeah}
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Lloyd, Michael J. Clervoix, Adrian Jermaine Mobley, Daniel Jones
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