What Goes Around

[Intro: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] Ohhhhh Yeah G-Unit Haha Haha I don't know where you from but out here we ride So if you scared of conflict, don't come outside (Don't come outside) Or learn how to ride, get your hands on a gun 'Cause ain't nobody gon' respect you as a man if you run Dial 9-1-1 [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent] I'm hearin' talk in the street now That's only gon' lead to bullet wounds and beatdowns, retreat clown You still strugglin' down to your last rock (Uh huh) G-Unit is gorillas and Black Child's the mascot You thought you wouldn't hear my voice (Ah ha) I'm in the hood 'cause I'm hood You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice (Yeah) Your top seller gettin' stick 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 (Wooo) Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime Bacardi in a party, (Uh huh) you sorry I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari That'll put you in a left lean higher than a Marley (Ohhhhh) And as far as Charli, a studio hour is a waste She look like she took a bag of flour in the face You want street credibility instead I'ma sting you Come on Ja, you put a fuckin' crackhead on your single (Ohhhhh) [Chorus: 50 Cent] What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around (Yeah) I suggest you run when you see the pound (Uh huh) Or get laid the fuck out on the ground What goes up must come down, (Yeah) what goes around comes back around (Uh huh) I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent] My cousin bringin' back the blueberry bags I been waitin' all day (Uh huh) on them and them shell tops that got Jam Master Jay on 'em (Woooo) I got a genius in knee-highs that swallows me whole Her tongue longer than the ones on your Fila's She's buys anything I desire, (Uh huh) probably 'cause I'm on fire The 2003 McGwire, until I retire (Yeah) My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk Crossed over to crack, now they can't even jump I leave wit any panties I want, the industries new face (Uh huh) I'm in a bitch mouth every mornin' like toothpaste (Ahhh, ha ha) Place your bet, yo Envy pull out a few crates I got enough sixteens to battle two states (Woooo) I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit (Uh huh) Baguettes in the bracelet, expect nuttin' basic (Ohhhhh) Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement I have 'em tryna find where the rest of your face went [Chorus: 50 Cent] What goes up must come down, (Yeah) what goes around comes back around (Uh huh) I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground What goes up must come down (Yeah), what goes around comes back around (Uh huh) I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent] The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist (Uh huh) Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts (Yeah) Yeah, you laughin' and dancin' 'till they stick you And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singin' the National Anthem (Ahhhhhh) I ain't worried about the repercussions after the tantrum (Nah) I'll be alone in a mansion (Uh huh) And it's snow in the Hamptons (Uh huh) Regardless of what these fools say (Fools say) I'ma be around longer than Cool J, armed with a new K (Ha ha, ha ha), Saddam in a new way If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gon' hit it Tuesday, my charm get it usually You put a lot of years into rap and still starvin' (Ohhhhh) Tryna start your career from the back of a milk carton (Ohhhhh) Your gassed up from whatever he must've told ya (Uh huh) But everything in army fatigues ain't a soldier (Uh uh) In my upbringin' we wore the same socks and put buckets in the livin' room to catch the raindrops [Chorus: 50 Cent] What goes up must come down, (Yeah) what goes around comes back around (Uh huh) 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 (Uh huh) I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground [Outro: 50 Cent] Dial 9-1-1 Yeah! Young Lloyd Banks G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G, G-Unit Haha I dare you to say sumthin' Haha I dare you to say sumthin' back, nigga