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I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need 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 hood me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll shit And stay high all the time, I that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit
Every time I roll up holla roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't 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 clap Only if you got beef, man ,you better at me Niggas get up, stabbed up, shot up Every I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em Daddy need new shoes, need Pirellis to look mean on 22's box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof bitch and I'm gone 2003 swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the and they can't find the semi's They was just harassing me they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for some bud
I don't Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris and Alize, I don't 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, purple and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
Now if you heard I done started some 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 as I wanna, nigga 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 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 meet me, 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 streets If David could go against with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that shit I high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some Give me a 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 have hoes in the hood sniffing on lines You don't want me to be your kid's role teach them how to buck them 380's and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop ready to Big in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness Menace Then oh Lord, a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go get gully See if I won't leave your leaking up out your skully I done made hot so ain't shit you can tell me Now calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm good I ain't write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
I don't Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, or not, here I come