Yeah, G-Unit   Yeah, ey, ey      I think I gotta' have it   And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet   I'm goin' with this kinda music   Puts me right back on the block      Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict   It ain't too hard for me to grab it   Goin' with this kinda music   Puts me right back on the block      Man, I think I'ma dig it to to the life   That I had so I risk it runnin' the street   With the h*** more, three deep in the SUV   The bigger you blow, the less you see      The more you hear, the real n**** lost his life right there   It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason he's not here   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 f**** rap, we comin' at to you with a song   When you hear that pointed at you and your gone      I think I gotta' have it   And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet   I'm goin' with this kinda music   Puts me right back on the block      Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict   It ain't too hard for me to grab it   Goin' with this kinda music   Puts me right back on the block      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   'Cause my money green and blue like Monopoly      They all left a name all around the globe   Get still South side, I was bought up by the curb   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   We hear the strugglin' in the grind when I talk   I breathe and I bleed New York, ey      I think I gotta' have it   And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet   I'm goin' with this kinda music   Puts me right back on the block      Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict   It ain't too hard for me to grab it   Goin' with this kinda music   Puts me right back on the block