[Music & Lyrics by S. Guadagnoli] All we need to feel it's Just like the others So, I'm over you, I don't feel you, I can't see you When I was down
back to the crew She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk And if they speakin about us then its jumping off But I ain't sweatin' them at all
All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fuckin' house Grab your backstreet friend and get
makes the world go round Money makes me do all things I do Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew Ride down Belford one deep and [unverified] crew
damn, he on advocate" The fans fiendin' for it they got the addict itch That's the bundles put it all in your nose These niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all
'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name is Man, we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers
bust a nut But don't get me wrong 'cause you started it all Coming to my house in a camisole But when it's time for me to shove Then you front on all
want all our restitution's that means our back pays so niggas pay up Now, what the FUCK!! (B-Real) I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habits Bringin
Ah yeah, yeah, it's all 'bout u, one time I'ma say it's all 'bout u baby, yeah Ha ha, for the bitches that think it's all 'bout u It's all 'bout u This
Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth All the pain (All the pain) All the agony (All the agony) All the horror (All the horror) All the tragedy (All
addicted to pretty bitches Currency motivated, not easily terminated Now that we made it, my niggaz can never be faded This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid All
murderers Still G's and never C's Careful of what the jaw breakers Paper chase, parole piss test takers To make us all the roof makers Playas, best to keep your crew
on Don't stop Make it last all night Hey ma' what's really good? Shake ya' ass all night Come on, get in the ride Drive fast all night But you already
though I only did acid twice My rap's a vice, your head's in it ask the price For you to be released and me to be happy With all of your suffering I'
. I guess its the adrenaline rush that flows in us. Run with my sons of death we all winners. All got fight in our blood, we go-getters. Something out
bet sometimes she thinks of me instead Greed, That has to do with more than you need Sin, That's usually where temptation leads Turning into an addiction
drain my main vein Hornet dog-gon-it my boss is all on it Imma duke of hazzard your crews a has-been Popping pills in yemen I got stupid habits A ruthless addict
