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Published : April 03, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"High All The
Time"
[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
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus]
[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 hurtin, I'm aight, nigga 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
Nigga, ready or not,
here I come, come, come
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