High All The Time

[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need [bad word] [bad word] I'm high all the time, I smoke that good [bad word] I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood [bad word] 
Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark [bad word] And stay high all the time, I smoke that good [bad word] I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood [bad word] 
[Verse 1]
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas 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 [bad word] I 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 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 [bad word] 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

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[Verse 2]
Now if you heard I done started some [bad word] 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 [bad word] Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner [bad word] 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 [bad word]  you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, [bad word]  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

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[Verse 3]
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 [bad word] bucking [bad word] like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a [bad word] food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave [bad word]  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 [bad word] you can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man [bad word] your money
I ain't hurtin, I'm aight, [bad word] I'm doin 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 [bad word]  ready or not, here I come, come, come