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I don't Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some shit me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark And stay high all the time, I smoke that shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
Every time I roll up niggas roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas I clap heat if you got beef, man ,you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, up time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I the dice, I holla get 'em girls Daddy need new shoes, daddy need to look mean on 22's box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this and I'm gone 2003 swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the They was harassing me cause they know who I was the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
I need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that shit I stay all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark And stay high all the time, I that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some hood
Now if you heard I started some shit It ain't because I be high, be And if you I done let off a clip It because I be high, be high But I that lye, lye lye lye I get as I wanna, nigga Go me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga I don't smoke to my nerves, but I got beef Finna crush my like I crush the hashish If you me tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my Let me show you how to greet me when you meet me, you see me If you real, my nigga, you how to holla "G-Unit" There's no competition, just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these If David could go against Goliath a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
I don't Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that shit I stay all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good I'm high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit
Now who you know besides me who write lines and nines And have hoes in the sniffing on white lines You don't want me to be your kid's model I'll teach how to buck them 380's and load up them hollows Have fresh off the stoop ready to shoot Big in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness Menace Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he My team they depend on me it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out skully I done made hot so ain't shit you can tell me Now calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm good I ain't gotta write rhymes, I got in the hood
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good I high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark And high all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you Nigga, ready or not, here I come