and we'll Fly, take me up to Your home No intention to come down, You take me High, oh, so high Every time I?m in Your presence Fly You?re amazing, I?m rearranging High
we don't settle for less G Unit in the house Better wear ya vest G Unit in the house Forget the rest GGGGGG G Unit yeah [Verse 1: Young Hot Rod] Homie
it This beer makes me wanna disappear this year I'm so high I'm bout to die...and I'm so tired I'm bout to fry You're so fired you're down [Proof] Hey
it in [1st Verse] I-B-N gonna handle this I-B-N gonna pimp and spit I-B-N the midst of doja everywhere I choose to sit I-B-N to making loot I-B-N a solo group
go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Da da da da We go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Go hard, so hard So hard, so hard Whoooa The best nigga in the game Yeah, you
didn't have to go there But all this ice got me feelin' like a polar bear I'm so aware, I'm so prepared, I'm so fly I will take off into the open air
da He go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Da da da da We go hard A yeeeeah We go hard Go hard, so hard So hard, so hard Whoooa The best nigga in the game Yeah
re high class or rather bourgoise] [Verse three: Andy C] Get down, as ugly duckling unlocks the box like pandora If you're comin' to the jam ignore the group
recite you folks die Like I creep in the night, I let your soul fly So high that I never touch ground Make it so your bodies never found Another Unsolved
scratch and cut So move your arms, so move your legs So won't you move your butt? We're not talking ground, we're not talking sky We're not talking low, we're not talking high
, You just a wannabe, So, back the fuck up offa me. [UnderRated] Who be the best? You gon' bet its me, With the sound underground, no MTV, 1 Ton, UnderRated, we the PLC, Best group
we ride Down the ave and the AC's high You can walk or do you wanna ride Get high, you and I, uh-huh Mic check 1 2, and it's all for you Bump the AC
This beer makes me wanna disappear this year I'm so high I'm bout to die...and I'm so tired I'm bout to fry You're so fired you're down [Proof] Hey....
us too But no one but us knew we were beefing cause thats what happens When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew Cause its just crew, but were back
monkey" Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops As I strike in your area, shut down close your shops Your style is greasy, so
heart like a leaf on the wind catchin rides They say we can't make it at least we gotta try We make to much sense to foolishly pass it by So I'm taking
Yeah...it's been a long time coming y'all... We dreamin' big...(it's the anthem)... it's Group 1 Yo since the first time this little boy picked up a
[Intro - Freeway - talking (echo)] (Poison) Stay away boys and girls [Verse 1 - Freeway] Uh, it's crazy how they gotta get high to get hot They smoke
