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time I roll up niggas holla roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you getting money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Smoking on indo, high as a I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap Only if you got beef, man ,you better at me Niggas get up, stabbed up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em Daddy need new shoes, daddy need Pirellis to look mean on Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, Bulletproof this and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many of Henny The D's sick, they searched the and they can't find the semi's They was just harassing me cause know who I was Spent the night in Booking for smoking some bud
I don't need Dom Perignon, I need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
Now if you heard I started some shit It because I be high, be high And if you heard I let off a clip It ain't because I be high, be But I that lye, lye lye lye I get as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, a goner, nigga I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got Finna my enemies 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 me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you know how to "G-Unit" no competition, it's just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these If David could go against Goliath with a I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Tanqueray and Alize, I need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good 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 all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
Now who you know me who write lines and squeeze nines And hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines You want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck 380's and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his Sit in the crib sipping Guinness Menace Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he My team they on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's You brave, nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won't leave your brains up out your 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 write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
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G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you Nigga, ready or not, here I come