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Every time I roll up niggas holla up And I 'em hold up, you ain't getting money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 Lorenzo's Smoking on indo, high as a I be on them backstreets, niggas know I heat if you got beef, man ,you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, up Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my I the dice, I holla get 'em girls Daddy need new shoes, daddy need Pirellis to look on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, Bulletproof this and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of The D's sick, they searched the whip and can't find the semi's was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Booking for smoking some bud
I need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris and Alize, I don't need 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 some dro, purple haze and chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark And high all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
Now if you heard I done started shit It because I be high, be high And if you I done 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 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 tell me you love me, don't at me, man I'd to be in the pen for clapping 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" no competition, it's just 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 don't Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good I high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark And high all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
Now who you know me who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffing on lines You don't me to be your kid's role model I'll teach how to buck them 380's and load up them hollows Have shorty off the stoop ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his Sit in the crib sipping Guinness Menace Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit he O-Dog My team they depend on me when 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 brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot so ain't you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, your money I hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good I ain't gotta rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
I need 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 high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit Give me some dro, haze and some chocolate me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And high all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit
G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, or not, here I come