Hey, you wanna hit shit? It's that green tongue, 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 good shit I high all the time, man, I'm on some hood 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 shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some hood
time I roll up niggas holla roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money you ain't In my Benzo, 20 inch Smoking on indo, high as a I be on them backstreets, niggas I clap heat if you got beef, man ,you better 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 holla get 'em Daddy need new shoes, daddy need Pirellis to mean 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, they searched the whip and they can't find the They was just harassing me cause know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking bud
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 shit I stay 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 stay high all the time, I that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
Now if you heard I started some shit It because I be high, be high And if you heard I 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, you's a goner, 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 to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans Let me show you how to greet me you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you know how to "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, for the throne
I don't need Dom Perignon, I need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke 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, I'll shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
Now who you know besides me who write lines and 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 load up hollows Have shorty fresh off the ready to shoot Big in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib Guinness watching Menace oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they on me when it's crunch time I eat a food in broad day like it's lunchtime You brave, nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won't leave your brains up out your skully I done myself hot so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck 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 need Dom Perignon, I don't need Tanqueray and Alize, I don't 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, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke good shit 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 Nigga, ready or not, here I come