High All The Time
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[Produced by DJ Rad, Eminem & Sha Money XL][Intro]
Hey, you wanna hit this shit?
It's that green tongue, Cali bud
[Hook]I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shitGive me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shitAnd stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
[Verse 1]
Every time I roll up, niggas holla "Roll up!"
And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money, you ain't smokingIn my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzo's
Smoking on indo, high as a motherfuckerI be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat
Only if you got beef, man, you better holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot upEvery time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em girlsDaddy need new shoes
Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22'sStash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of HennyThe D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semi'sThey was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
[Hook]
[Bridge]Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain't because I be high, be highAnd if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high, be highBut I twist that lye, lye lye lye
[Verse 2]I get high as I wanna, nigga
Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, niggaI don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashishIf you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man
I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fansLet me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you real, my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"There's no competition, it's just me
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streetsIf David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne
[Hook]
[Verse 3]Now, who you know besides me, who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white linesYou don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380's and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his bootSit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then Oh Lord
Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-DogMy team they depend on me when it's crunch timeI eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave, nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skullyI done made myself hot, so, ain't shit you can tell meNow niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing goodI ain't gotta write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
[Hook]
[Outro]G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I come
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