Addicted To Danger
    (专辑: Home Invasion - 1993)
    
    "Yo whats up man? Yeah I 
gotta trunk fulla this shit  Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now  Yo I 
can't talk right now man, I 
gotta get off this phone"   Damn, how'd I 
get into this scam  Roll in a 
car with the 
trunk worth 5000 grand  I 
came up from the 
curb, word  First thing it rocks, now my ride's packin crazy birds  I 
gotta freak in the 
front seat  She got crazy game, might even have more than me  And thats why I 
don't trust, I 
ain't no busta  One wrong move and I'll dust her  But she knows that, keeps a 
gat  Works much plastic, always stays on phat  She said she loves me  Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies  She only loves my cash flow, long dough  The 
falso love of a 
pimp and a 
hoe  But me and her gotta job to do  Get this luggage back to the 
crew  She got scanner, I 
hadta listen to the 
pigs talk  And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off  But I 
ain't sweatin them at all  2 
cops'll roll up and 2 
cops'll fall  The 
lines on the 
highway, I'm makin my mind drift away  To my last jail stay  5 
years for a 
459  I'm never goin back, no matter what the 
crime  Surrenderin ain't me  Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the 
street G 
 For a 
nigga like me there ain't no ounce  My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs  Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger  Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger  Some nights I 
crash clubs  Rollin with the 
posse made of well-known thugs  Cool out with the 
freaks  Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef  Thens some niggaz roll up  Lookin for a 
way to pump the 
reps up  But I 
ain't the 
one  I'm handin out beat downs, no need for guns  Sometimes I 
gotta ask myself  Is all this buck whylin good for a 
niggaz health?  I 
don't know why  Am I 
suicidal, do I 
wanna die?  The 
answerin, simple  A 
headache throbs in my temple  It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right  It says its goin down tonight  We finally made it to the 
drop spot  King and Weston Ave, snoody fox  The 
posse was there, but it ain't right  Fuckin police lights  Its all goin down that road blocks  I 
never seen that many cops  It was a 
setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up  Big time, some motherfucker dropped a 
dime  But even in the 
flurry of gun shots  My adrenaline was boilin hot  I 
crash down on the 
floor of the 
ride  Punch the 
gas, drove that benz through they punk ass  Hit Vernor doin 90  Looked in the 
rear-view, no one behind me  I 
got on the 
phone  Called up the 
homies to see what went wrong  But no time to sweat that  I 
still gotta trunk fulla shit, I 
was on phat  I 
just need a 
cool place to hide  Dumped the 
benzo, slammed the G 
ride  Me and a 
freak hit a 
motel crash spot  The 
streets was hot  Rubbed me down, said she adored me  Said the 
gunfire made her horny  The 
she pushed me back on the 
bed  Licked me head to toe, toe to head  Then I 
closed my eyes real slowly  Is this love? No not me  Then I 
felt a 
pain in my chest  The 
smell of gun powder and burnt flesh  I 
looked in her face, opened my mouth  And then her badge came out