High All The Time

[Intro]
Hey you wanna hit this shit?
It's that green tongue, Cali budthumb|right|400 px
[Hook]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need CrisTanqueray and Alize, I don't need shitNigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shitI 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 shitNigga I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit
[Verse 1]
Every time I roll up, niggas holla roll upAnd I tell 'em hold up, you ain't gettin' money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch LorenzosSmoking on indo, high as a mothafucka
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heatOnly if you got beef, man you better holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holla get 'em girls
Daddy need new shoes, daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phoneBulletproof 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 semi's
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Now if you heard I done started some shitIt ain't because I be highAnd if you heard I done let off a clipIt ain't because 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 pen for clapping one of my fans
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see meIf you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me
50 Cent, mothafucka, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stoneI can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze ninesAnd have hoes in the hood sniffin' on white lines
You don't want me to be your kid's role modelI'll teach them how to buck them 380's 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 MenaceThen 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 gullySee 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
Now niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga I'm doing goodI ain't gotta write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
[Hook]
[Outro]
G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready?G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I come
Category:50 cent