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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 high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some shit
Every time I roll up niggas roll up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 Lorenzo's Smoking on indo, high as a I be on backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man ,you better at me Niggas get up, stabbed up, shot up time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I the dice, I holla get 'em girls Daddy need new shoes, daddy need to look mean on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, Bulletproof this bitch and I'm 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of 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 for smoking some bud
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need 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 hood shit Give me some dro, purple and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark And stay all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some hood
Now if you heard I done started shit It ain't I be high, be high And if you I done let off a clip 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 smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me tell me you love me, don't at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for one of my fans Let me you how to greet me when you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you how to holla "G-Unit" There's no competition, 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, both for the
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 good shit I high 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 all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit
Now who you besides me who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffing on lines You don't want me to be your kid's role I'll teach them how to buck them 380's and load up them Have fresh off the stoop ready to shoot Big in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he My team they on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like lunchtime You brave, nigga, go ahead get gully See if I leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot so shit you can tell me Now niggas me to feature, man, fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing I ain't gotta write rhymes, I got in the hood
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 good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that 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 ready? Nigga, or not, here I come