[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need s***
n**** I'm high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***
Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark s***
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***
Every time I roll up, n***** holla roll up, and I tell 'em hold up,
You ain't getting money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
High as a m***********
I be on them backstreets, n***** know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
n***** get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Every time 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 b**** 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]
Now if you heard I done started some s***
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 want to n****
Go against me, for sure, you's a goner n****
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 n****, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, m***********, 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]
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffing 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, sipping Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young n**** bucking s*** like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a n**** food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave n****, 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 s*** you can tell me
n***** calling me to feature, man f*** your money
I ain't hurting, I'm doing 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
n****, ready or not, here I come, come, come
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need s***
n**** I'm high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***
Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark s***
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good s***
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood s***
Every time I roll up, n***** holla roll up, and I tell 'em hold up,
You ain't getting money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
High as a m***********
I be on them backstreets, n***** know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
n***** get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Every time 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 b**** 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]
Now if you heard I done started some s***
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 want to n****
Go against me, for sure, you's a goner n****
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 n****, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, m***********, 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]
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffing 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, sipping Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young n**** bucking s*** like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a n**** food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave n****, 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 s*** you can tell me
n***** calling me to feature, man f*** your money
I ain't hurting, I'm doing 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
n****, ready or not, here I come, come, come