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(Verse 1)


Everytime I roll up, niggas I holla roll up


Then I tell ‘em hold up


You aint needing money u aint smoking in my benzo


20 inch Lorenzo, smoking on indo


High as a motherfucker, I be on the backstreets


Niggas know I clap heat


Homie if u got beef, man u betta 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 and holla “get ‘em girls”


Daddy need new shoes


Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s


Stash spots, X-Box, Lab top fax machine phone


Bulletproof this bitch and I’m gone


2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny


The D said they searched the weapon they can’t find the semis


They was just harassing me cuz they knew who I was


Spent the night in central booking for smoking some buds





(Chorus)





(Verse 2)


Now if u heard now I’da started some shit


It aint because I be high, I be high, I be high


And if u heard I’d done let off a clip


It aint because I be high, I be high


But I twist that, la la la la


I get high as I wanna nigga, go against me for sure yousa gonner nigga


I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef


Fit to crush my enemies like I crush the ass cheeks


If you love me tell me u love me, don’t stab me man


I hate to be in the pens for clappin one of my fans


Now let me show u how to greet me when u meet me


When you see me, if you real my nigga


You know how to holla “G-UNIT”


There’s no competition, there’s just me


50 cent muthafucka I’m hot on these streets


If David could go against goliath with a stone


I could go at Nas and Jigga both for the throne





(Chorus)





(Verse 3)


Now who u know besides me who write lines and squeeze 9s


And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines


You don’t want me to be your kid’s role model


I teach ‘em how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows


Have shorty freshin for stoop, ready to shoot


Big blunt in his mouth, duce duce in his boot


Sit in the crib, sipping Guinness


Watching menace then o lord


Have a young nigga buckin shit like he old dawg


My team they depend on me when its crunch time


I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunch time


You feeling brave nigga go ahead, get gully


See if I`ma leave your brains leaking up out your skully


I’d done made myself hot so aint shit u can tell me


Now niggas calling me the feature man, fuck your money


I aint hurting I’m aight, nigga I’m doing good


I aint got to write rhymes I got bricks in the hood





(Chorus)

(Verse 1)


Everytime I roll up, niggas I holla roll up


Then I tell ‘em hold up


You aint needing money u aint smoking in my benzo


20 inch Lorenzo, smoking on indo


High as a motherfucker, I be on the backstreets


Niggas know I clap heat


Homie if u got beef, man u betta 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 and holla “get ‘em girls”


Daddy need new shoes


Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22s


Stash spots, X-Box, Lab top fax machine phone


Bulletproof this bitch and I’m gone


2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny


The D said they searched the weapon they can’t find the semis


They was just harassing me cuz they knew who I was


Spent the night in central booking for smoking some buds





(Chorus)





(Verse 2)


Now if u heard now I’da started some shit


It aint because I be high, I be high, I be high


And if u heard I’d done let off a clip


It aint because I be high, I be high


But I twist that, la la la la


I get high as I wanna nigga, go against me for sure yousa gonner nigga


I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef


Fit to crush my enemies like I crush the ass cheeks


If you love me tell me u love me, don’t stab me man


I hate to be in the pens for clappin one of my fans


Now let me show u how to greet me when u meet me


When you see me, if you real my nigga


You know how to holla “G-UNIT”


There’s no competition, there’s just me


50 cent muthafucka I’m hot on these streets


If David could go against goliath with a stone


I could go at Nas and Jigga both for the throne





(Chorus)





(Verse 3)


Now who u know besides me who write lines and squeeze 9s


And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines


You don’t want me to be your kid’s role model


I teach ‘em how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows


Have shorty freshin for stoop, ready to shoot


Big blunt in his mouth, duce duce in his boot


Sit in the crib, sipping Guinness


Watching menace then o lord


Have a young nigga buckin shit like he old dawg


My team they depend on me when its crunch time


I eat a nigga food in broad day like its lunch time


You feeling brave nigga go ahead, get gully


See if I`ma leave your brains leaking up out your skully


I’d done made myself hot so aint shit u can tell me


Now niggas calling me the feature man, fuck your money


I aint hurting I’m aight, nigga I’m doing good


I aint got to write rhymes I got bricks in the hood





(Chorus)

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