[Chorus]
  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 shit
    Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
  Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit
  And 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]
  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 motherfucker
  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 bitch 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 shit
  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 nigga
  Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga
  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 nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
  There's no competition, it's just me,
  50 Cent, motherfucker, 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 nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
  My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
  I 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 skully
  I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
  Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
  I ain't hurting, I'm doing good
  I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
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    G-Unit, are you ready
  G-Unit, are you ready
  G-Unit, are you ready
  Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come