(feat. G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks))
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[50 Cent] G-Unit haha
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[Lloyd Banks]
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I dont know where you from but out here we ride
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So if you scared of conflict don't come outside
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Get your hands on a gun
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Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1
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I'm hear talkin' to the street now
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That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown
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You still strugglin down to your last rock
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G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot
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You thought you wouldn't hear my voice
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I'm in the hood cause I'm hood
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You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice
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Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine
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Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine
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I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime
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Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime
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Becardi in a party, you sorry
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I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari
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That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley
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And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
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She look like she took a bag of flour in the face
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You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you
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C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
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I suggest you run when you see the pound
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Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
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What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
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I suggest you run when you see the pound
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Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
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[Lloyd Banks]
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My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day
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On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em
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I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole
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Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's
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She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire
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The 2003 McGwire, until I retire
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My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
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Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump
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I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face
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I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste
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Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates
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I got enough 16's to battle 2 states
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I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
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Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic
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Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement
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I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is
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[Chorus]
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[Lloyd Banks]
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The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist
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Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts
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Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you
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And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem
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Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum
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I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons
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Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J
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Armed with a new K
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So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday
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My charm get it usually
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You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps
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Start your career from the back of a milk carton
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Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya
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But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier
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In my upbring we wore the same socks
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And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops
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[Chorus]
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[50 Cent]
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Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha
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I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga...
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What Goes Around
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DJ Envy |