Classified - Addicted lyrics

Check, Check yo what's it all about
Hip hop what dose it mean?
I'm addicted to this shit and
I ain't ever comin clean
To be all you can be
But son you under pressure
Oh damn I'm so addicted to it man
Yo it started off at an early age
Twelve to be exact
Got addicted to this shit that
Made my neck snap back
It was an experimental I guess
I knew no better and uh after I tried I knew
I'd need this shit forever
The days went by the
Months they rapidly switched
And then my brain started feelin'
Effects from all the hit's
It was peer pressure, everybody did it
Not really but I feel I
Hadda be just another addict
It was time for a change, hadda move quick
The next step up in my
Life hadda be proved thick
So then I did what I never thought I would do
That's when I started sellin' hit's to
The people in my crew
I passed it all around
And gave a sample here and there
I gave a bit, took a bit
And got my people on the shit what did I do?
I'm lookin' back now, I'm reminiscing
Bout the kids they didn't do it
Never knew what they were missing
Yo class what would you do if you
Never had it in your mind
I'd probably be another sucker doin
Nothin' all the time
But, I'm going to go out and get mine
So let me get REAL HIGH till
The day that I die a couple years later
Nothing's changed it's all the same
And I still be tryin' to get high up in this
Game
I gotta be all I can be or be more than that
Cause if I'm jogging down the path
I'm sure I'll lose it like
Last seconds for a chance
Last second for a stance
So I gotta stand my ground your
Like a pronoun
And Classified never played it like that
So if I'm ever go down damn
Right I'm gonna fight back (yeah)
How could it ever happen to me?
I always felt that I was different
Cause I was rappin for free
The same line, the same verse, the same story
Don't know another face that's getting
Paid in my territory
Now on the other hand I know
The money that be thrown away
Buyin all the records and tapes
That we don't even play runnin out of money
Yo I'm lookin at eviction
I gotta find a cure for this addiction
Yo and in the present
I don't know what to do any more
Should I go see the devil layer
Try to get help every day
With the beats and the rhymes I'm a fanatic
I got a problem I can't help it I'm an addict
The first step to ever kick it is admit it
If you ain't ever doing that than
You're hopeless so forget it
What can you do? Well I don't
Know but here's a couple facts
You can try some cold turkey, chewing gum
Or use the patch
And as for me, well now I deal my own
I got sick of buyin' weak shit
Tired out with freak shit
Decided just to be another contender
Another offender, but never be a pretender
Surrendering never even went across my mind
Divine, stayin above hip hop the
Game that I love i'ma keep making' beats
Find the breaks are getting' tired
Everybody wants to hear so
Class be the supplier