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Every I roll up niggas holla roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money you ain't In my Benzo, 20 inch Smoking on indo, as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas I clap heat Only if you got beef, man ,you holla at me Niggas get locked up, up, shot up time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I the dice, I holla get 'em girls need new shoes, daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, Bulletproof bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many of Henny The D's sick, searched the whip and they can't find the semi's They was just harassing me they know who I was Spent the night in Booking for smoking some bud
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Now if you heard I done started shit It ain't because I be high, be And if you heard I done let off a It ain't I be high, be high But I twist lye, lye lye lye I get high as I wanna, Go me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga 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 you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you know how to "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, for the throne
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Tanqueray and Alize, I don't shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I that good shit I high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and chocolate me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
Now who you know besides me who write and squeeze nines And have hoes in the sniffing on white lines 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 ready to Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his Sit in the sipping Guinness watching Menace Then oh Lord, have a young nigga shit like he O-Dog My team depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go ahead get See if I won't your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot so shit you can tell me Now calling 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 need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't 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, haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, or not, here I come