[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 anythi