[Intro: Juelz Santana]

Eh Khaled, you done playing with them?

Santana

About to give them some real street shit

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

Big drop, gotta look big, nigga

I grew up small, I had to look big, nigga

I had the moddo, like "look big, nigga"

It ain't about what small or what look big, nigga

When this small barol in your face, it look big, nigga

Push big niggas to the point where they don't wanna push small niggas

To the point, get the point, nigga?

Crack dealer I been, since I don't know when

8, 9, 10, na, I don't know when

I know I started early, started young, started dumb

Started out as a runner, started out making my run

I whent from bits and pieces, to bricks and sneakers

Fox was like "here, give this to Kiesha"

Tell Kiesha to get that to T

Tell T "get that back to me"

Get the drill sargent, I lay it down like a drill sargent

Straight out of boot camp

My soldiers in the field marching

Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made

Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man

I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man

I'm addicted

Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know

I'm addicted

Murder, death, kill, anything goes

I'm addicted

I honor death before dishonor

I'm addicted

This ain't fiction, I livedI'm addicted

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]

Come through on the first?

Good, cause I make my best moves on the first

First of the third, I be workin theGotta break 'm all down, so every person gets surved

I'm addicted to this life for me

I live it, it's just right for me

I can't coap with being broke, I never could

Plus I prommised myself I never would

Plus I can't forget the fact I have that

Wrist when it comes to whippin, bring that Crack back

I'm in the kitchen, I'm whippin, bringing that Crakck back

Cam, pass me the ice, BlackjOr should I say magic

Pardin my slang, it's pardt of my bad habits

Pardin my ring, it's just part of my swagger

You don't like it, nigga, pardin my swagger

I told a chick I'm addicted

To holding my dick with my right hand and posing for pictures

I told her quick "I'm sort of a pimp, bitch"

Or more of a hustler, and one you should get with

It's none like me

Not two, not three, not one like me

Can't none get it done like me

Not him, not him, damb sure not her like me

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

Gotta get it, gotta get it, my money made

Gotta hustle, gotta hustle, gotta hustle, man

I'm on my grind, if I gotta shoot you, I do it, man

I'm addicted

Cars clothes, drugs, hoes, you know

I'm addicted

Murder, death, kill, anything goes

I'm addicted

I honor death before dishonor

I'm addicted

This ain't fiction, I livedI'm addicted