50 Cent – High All The Time

Highly talented American hip hop and rap sensation, 50 Cent comes out with another banging tune titled “High All The Time”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on his top charting album project called “Get Rich or Die Tryin” was officially released on 6 February 2003.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

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LYRICS

Hey, you wanna hit this shit?

It’s that green tongue, Cali bud

I don’t need Dom Perignon, I don’t need Cris

Tanqueray and Alizé, 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)

Every time I roll up, niggas holler, “Roll up!”

Then 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 motherfucker

I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat

Only if you got beef, man, you better holler 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 holler get ’em girls, Daddy need new shoes

Daddy need Pirellis 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

I don’t need Dom Perignon, I don’t need Cris

Tanqueray and Alizé, 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)

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 lye, lye-lye-lye

I get high as I wanna, nigga

Go against me, for sure, 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

Now 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 holler “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 could go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne

I don’t need Dom Perignon, I don’t need Cris

Tanqueray and Alizé, 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)

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 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

Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money

I ain’t hurting, I’m aight, nigga, I’m doing good

I ain’t got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

I don’t need Dom Perignon, I don’t need Cris

Tanqueray and Alizé, 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)

G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready?

G-Unit, are you ready?

Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come