I tried You're addicted, I'm addicted (x4) To you Girl you gat me twisted gat me trippin' gat me feelin' like a fiend I'm so wasted so addicted do
was stuntin Almost a year strong and I ain't done nothin Still get my grind on cause nigga I love hustlin Addicted to gettin hoes and gettin this money Addicted
rocks And my thugs don't give a fuck about catching a case We bring them stacks back I-95 and they exit on 8 [Hook: (Jacki-O) O'Damia] I'm addicted to
somebody, Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody. You might be a rock 'n' roll addict prancing on the
crowd, now you're in style End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind Good girls gone bad, the city
now you're in style End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out City of sin, it's a pity on the wind Good girls gone bad, the city's filled
the block All night tryna get this money [Interlude: R. Kelly] Stuck between these two worlds What I'm gon' do with both these girls Two main squeezes in separate cities
eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers
the finer women, if you rocked in em, I slide up in em Went from rags to riches, baggin bitches, lyrically vicious Your wish is just hopin maybe you can rock
He went from a street kid doin regular street things Straight to a street king Takin over the city, block by block Breaking down bricks, servin them rock by rock
block All night tryna get this money [Interlude: R. Kelly] Stuck between these two worlds What I'm gon' do with both these girls Two main squeezes in separate cities
: I can't leave Karu & Y Shawty, shawty, shawty I can't leave I can't leave She's got me so addicted and I don't wanna go I'm tryna get you home and
your hood now You can hear the evidence we represent put it down For the whole bay is a cold game And it all while cursing city streets These addicts
the Wu is back [Raekwon the Chef] Take it back to the (?), leanin gettin rec room punch We in them authentic alley switchin joints Major general niggaz, five stars Both arms rock
in crowd Now you're in style, end of the winter gets cold En vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the cities
Headphones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit Okay, now we workin' wit' it The boy Face on the baseline, Face Mob Welcome to New York City, it'
the Towers And these niggaz washed up now they faces is sour Mad cuz they broke and lonely and I'm makin them dollars With enough divas to spread out to ten cities
might serve her. Park on the curber! Treating me like a pervert. Fuck it, eat it, beat it, see us like a cleavage on a ? Ride through my city, I bleed
