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Every time I roll up niggas holla up And I tell 'em up, you ain't getting money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 Lorenzo's on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap Only if you got beef, man ,you holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, up Every I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I 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, they searched the whip and they find the semi's They was just me cause they know who I was the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
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Now if you heard I done some shit It ain't I be high, be high And if you heard I done let off a It because I be high, be high But I twist lye, lye lye lye I get high as I wanna, Go against me, for sure, a goner, nigga I don't smoke to my nerves, but I got beef crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me me you love me, don't stare at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for one of my fans Let me show you how to me when 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 streets If David could go against with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
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Now who you know me who write lines and squeeze nines And have in the hood sniffing on white lines You don't want me to be your kid's model I'll teach them how to buck them 380's and up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop to shoot Big in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness Menace Then oh Lord, have a young bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go get gully See if I leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot so ain't 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 rhymes, I got bricks 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 shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit Give me some dro, haze and some chocolate Give me a and a lighter, I'll 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, ready or not, here I