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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...
