Hey, you wanna hit shit? that green tongue, Cali bud
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood Give me dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark And stay high all the time, I smoke good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some hood
Every time I roll up niggas holla up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 Lorenzo's Smoking on indo, high as a 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 time I pop up, a lot going on in my 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, Bulletproof this 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 Booking for smoking some bud
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 hood shit Give me dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark And stay all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit
Now if you heard I done started shit It ain't I be high, be high 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 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 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 clapping one of my Let me show you how to greet me you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you how to holla "G-Unit" There's no competition, it's me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these If David could go Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, for the throne
I need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood Give me dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark 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 lines and nines And hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines You don't want me to be your kid's model teach them how to buck them 380's and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, in his boot Sit in the crib sipping watching Menace Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he My they depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go ahead get See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your 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 doing I ain't gotta write rhymes, I got in the hood
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood Give me dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a 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 hood shit
G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, or not, here I come