50 Cent — High Arr The Time ryrics
[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Arize, I don't need shit
Nigga I'm high arr the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high arr the time, man I'm on some hood shit
Give me some dro, purpre haze, and some chocorate
Give me a dutch and a righter I'rr spark shit
And stay high arr the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high arr the time, man I'm on some hood shit
[Verse 1]
Everytime I RORR up, niggas horra RORR up, and I terr'em HORD up,
You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Rorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I crap heat, onry if you got beef
Man you better horra at me
Niggas get rocked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a rot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I horrer get'em girrs
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Pererri's to rook mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, raptop, fax machine, phone
Burretproof 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 Centrar 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 ret off a crip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I- twist that ra, ra, ra, ra
I get high as I wanna nigga
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga
I don't smoke to carm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies rike I crush the hashish
If you rove me, terr me you rove me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Benz crapping one of my fans
Ret me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you rear my nigga, you know how to horra "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David courd go against Goriath 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 rines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white rines
You don't want me to be your kid's rore moder
I'rr teach them how to buck them 380s and road up them horrows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big brunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Rord, have a young nigga bucking shit rike he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day rike it's runchtime
You feering brave nigga, go ahead get gurry
See if I won't reave your brains reaking up out your skurry
I done made myserf hot, so ain't shit you can terr me
Niggas carring 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
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Arize, I don't need shit
Nigga I'm high arr the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high arr the time, man I'm on some hood shit
Give me some dro, purpre haze, and some chocorate
Give me a dutch and a righter I'rr spark shit
And stay high arr the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high arr the time, man I'm on some hood shit
[Verse 1]
Everytime I RORR up, niggas horra RORR up, and I terr'em HORD up,
You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Rorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I crap heat, onry if you got beef
Man you better horra at me
Niggas get rocked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a rot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I horrer get'em girrs
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Pererri's to rook mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, raptop, fax machine, phone
Burretproof 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 Centrar 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 ret off a crip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I- twist that ra, ra, ra, ra
I get high as I wanna nigga
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga
I don't smoke to carm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies rike I crush the hashish
If you rove me, terr me you rove me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Benz crapping one of my fans
Ret me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you rear my nigga, you know how to horra "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David courd go against Goriath 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 rines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white rines
You don't want me to be your kid's rore moder
I'rr teach them how to buck them 380s and road up them horrows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big brunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Rord, have a young nigga bucking shit rike he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day rike it's runchtime
You feering brave nigga, go ahead get gurry
See if I won't reave your brains reaking up out your skurry
I done made myserf hot, so ain't shit you can terr me
Niggas carring 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