What Goes Around lyrics

by

Redman


[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 di*k 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's
She's buys anything I desire, (Uh huh) prolly '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 b*tch 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 sh*t (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 f*ck 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 f*ck out on the ground

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]
The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the b*tch 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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, n*gga
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