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Every I roll up niggas holla roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch 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 I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I get 'em girls Daddy 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 sips of The D's sick, they searched the whip and they find the semi's They was just harassing me cause 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 need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood Give me some dro, purple haze and some 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 some hood
Now if you heard I done some shit It ain't because I be high, be And if you I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high, be But I that 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 Finna crush my enemies like I the hashish If you love me tell me you love me, 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 when you me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you how to holla "G-Unit" There's no competition, just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on streets If David could go against Goliath a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
I don't need Dom Perignon, I need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good I stay high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit me some 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 hood
Now who you know besides me who lines and squeeze nines And have in the hood sniffing on white lines You want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to them 380's and load 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 watching Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he 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 ahead get See if I won't 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 hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing 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 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 and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke good shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, I come