High All The Time - 50 Cent
[chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need sh_t
N_gga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good sh_t
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood sh_t
Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark sh_t
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good sh_t
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood sh_t
Everytime I roll up, n_ggas holla roll up, and I tell'em hold up,
You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherf_cker
I be on them backstreets, n_ggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
N_ggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this b_tch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
[chorus]
Now if you heard I done started some sh_t
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I- twist that la, la, la, la
I get high as I wanna n_gga
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner n_gga
I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you real my n_gga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, motherf_cker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne
[chorus]
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young n_gga bucking sh_t like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a n_gga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave n_gga, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't sh_t you can tell me
N_ggas calling me to feature, man f_ck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
[chorus]
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
N_gga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
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