I've never lied to you It's his lucky day, that's a given He'll tick the box on the slip and then just watch and learn He's not addicted, he can stop
Übersetzung: The Streets. Nicht Addicted.
It's his lucky day, thats a given He'll tick the box on the slip, and then just watch and learn He's not addicted, he can stop anytime But this is
Addicted to gettin hoes and gettin this money Addicted to slangin dick cause Gizzle love fucking Need to go to rehab cause I love head bustin But I love the streets
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 this ghetto world (survive in these streets
information to my thug niggaz in the congregation Watch and bare witness to the pleasures of participation Separation is self destruction What's needed is unification Cause the world ain't hardly scared If not
Presidential) Stuck in jail, I'm mad as a bitch I'd be out on bail if it wasn't for the snitch Runnin' wild thru the streets like i'm loco And fuck the
find? A little growning boy of mine with a tortured soul Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage He learned his values on the streets
's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack Addicted to the game, so obviously
penitentary suits I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted
**kin plan, and a new mission (Makaveli the Don, Greg Nice, Outlaw - Outlaw) Competition, so they say, these ni**az is gay (Outlaw - Outlaw) Blast me? It could never happen At least not
bang bang boogie We get em oh goodie Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me [Verse 1] Now what you hear is not a test I said its not a test nigga its not
for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga [Verse 1] Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one Some get addicted
get rude then I lose it I'm scandalous, I blow ya two niggas off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back nigga You are not realer, in
can never bury Don't speak to us like we work for you Selling false hope like some new dope we're addicted to I'm not a desperate man but these are desperate
scarred for life you don't give a damn so fuck you too On the street - wasting away begging for money - a dying friend selling your body - you heroin addict
will he take it? And when will he stop? Shady man I done told you once homie to easy up But you just won't listen will ya, nah I guess not You just can
that these dudes get rude and then i lose it im scatless i'll blow your two kids off the atlas with a gat that bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not
