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Every time I roll up niggas roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Smoking on indo, as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas I clap heat Only if you got beef, man ,you holla at me Niggas get locked up, up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my I shoot the dice, I get 'em girls Daddy need new shoes, daddy need Pirellis to look on 22's box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the and they can't find the semi's was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the in Central Booking for smoking some bud
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Now if you heard I done started some It ain't I be high, be high And if you heard I done let off a 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 smoke to my nerves, but I got beef 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 clapping one of my 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" no competition, it's just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on streets If David could go Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, for the throne
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 good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some 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 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 want me to be your kid's model I'll teach them how to buck them 380's and up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop ready to Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking like he O-Dog My team depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go ahead get See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your I done myself hot so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing I gotta write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
I don't Dom Perignon, I don't need 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 dro, purple haze and some chocolate me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good 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, here I