50 Cent - High All The Time

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50 Cent - High All The Time Lyrics :

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray & 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, & some chocolate
Give me a dutch & a lighter I'll spark shit
& stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, & I tell'em HOLD up,
u ain't gettin money u 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 u got beef
Man u 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 & I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D's sick, they searched the whip & 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

Now if u heard I done started some shit
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
& if u 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, u'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 u love me, tell me u love me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans
Let me show u how to greet me, when u meet me, when u see me
If u real my nigga, u 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 & Jigga, both for the throne

Now who u know besides me who write lines & squeeze nines
& have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
u don't want me to be ur kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380s & 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 ung 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
u feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave ur brains leaking up out ur skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit u can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck ur money
I ain't hurting, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

G-Unit, are u ready
G-Unit, are u ready
G-Unit, are u ready
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come .


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