What Goes Around Lyrics

What Goes Around lyrics

f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)







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[50 Cent] G-Unit haha







[Lloyd Banks]



I dont know where you from but out here we ride



So if you scared of conflict don't come outside



Get your hands on a gun



Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1



I'm hear talkin' to the street now



That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown



You still strugglin down to your last rock



G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot



You thought you wouldn't hear my voice



I'm in the hood cause I'm hood



You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice



Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine



Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine



I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime



Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime



Becardi in a party, you sorry



I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari



That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley



And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste



She look like she took a bag of flour in the face



You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you



C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single







[Chorus: 50 Cent]



What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around



I suggest you run when you see the pound



Or get laid the fuck out on the ground



What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around



I suggest you run when you see the pound



Or get laid the fuck out on the ground







[Lloyd Banks]



My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day



On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em



I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole



Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's



She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire



The 2003 McGwire, until I retire



My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk



Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump



I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face



I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste



Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates



I got enough 16's to battle 2 states



I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit



Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic



Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement



I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is







[Chorus]







[Lloyd Banks]



The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist



Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts



Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you



And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem



Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum



I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons



Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J



Armed with a new K



So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday



My charm get it usually



You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps



Start your career from the back of a milk carton



Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya



But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier



In my upbring we wore the same socks



And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops







[Chorus]







[50 Cent]



Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha



I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga...