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Every time I roll up niggas holla up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money you smoking In my Benzo, 20 Lorenzo's Smoking on indo, high as a I be on them backstreets, niggas know I heat Only if you got beef, man ,you better 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 holla get 'em need new shoes, daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, this bitch 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 They was just harassing me they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking 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 against me, for sure, a goner, nigga I don't to calm my nerves, but I got beef Finna my enemies like I crush the hashish If you me tell me you love me, don't 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 know how to "G-Unit" There's no competition, just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these If David could go against with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
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Now who you know besides me who write and squeeze nines And have hoes in the sniffing on white lines You don't want me to be kid's role 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 Guinness watching Menace Then oh Lord, a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they on me when it's 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 leaking up out your skully I made myself hot so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your I hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good I ain't write rhymes, I got bricks 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 good I stay all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple and some chocolate me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time, I that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, or not, here I come