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Every I roll up niggas holla roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money you smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Smoking on indo, as a motherfucker I be on backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man ,you better at me get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em need new shoes, daddy 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 can't the semi's They was just me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for 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 let off a clip It ain't 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 smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef Finna my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me tell me you love me, stare at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my 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 go against Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
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 some hood me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some hood
Now who you know besides me who write and squeeze nines And hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines You don't me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck 380's and load up them hollows shorty fresh off the stoop ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he My team they depend on me when it's crunch I eat a nigga food in broad day like lunchtime You brave, nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won't leave your leaking up out your skully I done myself hot so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm good I ain't gotta write rhymes, I got in the hood
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G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I