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Every time I roll up holla roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man ,you holla at me Niggas get locked up, up, shot up Every I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I get 'em girls Daddy need new shoes, daddy need Pirellis to look on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many of Henny The D's sick, searched the whip and they can't find the semi's They was just me cause they know who I was Spent the night in 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 I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high, be But I twist lye, lye lye lye I get as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, a goner, nigga I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got Finna crush my enemies I crush the hashish If you love me tell me you 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 greet me when you 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 could go against Goliath with 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 don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some shit Give me some dro, purple haze and chocolate me a dutch 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
Now who you know besides me who lines 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 them 380's and load up hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his Sit in the crib Guinness watching Menace Then oh Lord, have a nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they depend on me when crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's You feeling brave, nigga, go get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out skully I done made myself hot so ain't shit you can 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 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 some dro, haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll shit And high all the time, I smoke that 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, or not, here I come