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I don't need Dom Perignon, I need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good I stay high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit Give me some dro, purple and some chocolate Give me a and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
Every time I roll up niggas holla up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 Lorenzo's on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man ,you better at me Niggas get up, stabbed up, shot up time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I the dice, I holla get 'em girls Daddy need new shoes, need Pirellis to look mean on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the whip and they find the semi's was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking 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 good I stay high all the time, man, I'm on 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 smoke that good I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
Now if you I done 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 against me, for sure, you's a goner, I don't to calm my nerves, but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the If you me tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man I'd to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans 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 Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't shit Nigga, I'm all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some shit Give me some dro, purple and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke 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 have hoes in the hood sniffing on white You don't want me to be your kid's role I'll teach them how to buck them 380's and load up them Have shorty fresh off the stoop to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness Menace Then oh Lord, a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they depend on me it's crunch time I eat a food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go get gully See if I won't leave brains leaking up out your skully I made myself hot so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas me to feature, man, fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing I ain't write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
I don't Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I that good shit I stay all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple and some chocolate Give me a and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time, I that good shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you Nigga, ready or not, here I come