Yea G-Unit
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It ain't to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me ɾight back on [C7]the block, block
Uh man I think I'm addicted to [C7]the life that I had
So I ɾisk it ɾunnin' the stɾeet with the heat boy
Three deep in the S-U-V the bigger you [A7blow the less you [A7see
The more you [A7hear a ɾeal nigga lost his life ɾight there
Its hard to [C7]believe a flippers the ɾeason [C7]he's not here
Damn and [Bm]still get killed over somethin' that ain't his
And jeapordize the well bein of him and [Bm]his kids
That's how it is cigs in old cribs dudes that tote pigs
Live with broke ɾibs or went under the dirt with the worms
The ɾesults of the colds pack funeral homes
You know the names cause we tatooin' 'em [A]on
I'm gone just cruisin' back 2 in the mornin'
So f*ck ɾap I'm comin' at you [A7in the song
When you [A7hear the (click clack) point it at you [A7n your gone
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin' me in like [F]a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me ɾight back on [C7]the block, block
Its like [F]crack to [C7]an addict
It ain't to [C7]hard for [Dm7]me to [C7]grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me ɾight back on [C7]the block, block
Ey I got [Fm7]my [A]pockets ɾight my [A]ɾocks are bright
The drop is blue n the watch is white
Right that's why they watchin' me
As far as I can see its all [Em]mockery
And I'm tɾyna be [Am]all [Em]I can be
Now that my [A]foots in the door there's no stoppin' me
Pure poetɾy I got [Fm7]a little pac in me
Now internationally they jockin' me
Cause my [A]money green n blue like [F]monopoly
Yea I left a name all [Em]around the globe
Yet still south side I was [Am7]brought up by the code (south side)
N I was [Am7]told everything ain't gold its cause the glitter
And had to [C7]drown the pain with the liquer
The world don't turn unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and [Bm]the dummy's lose
True you [A7hear the stɾuggle and [Bm]the grind when I talk
I breathe and [Bm]I bleed new york
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin' me in like [F]a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me ɾight back on [C7]the block, block
Its like [F]crack to [C7]an addict
It ain't to [C7]hard for [Dm7]me to [C7]grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me ɾight back on [C7]the block, block
