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lirik lagu what goes around – lloyd banks


(feat. 50cent & dj whoo kid)

[50 cent]
ooooooooooooohhhhh!

[intro:]
[50 cent:] g-unit! haha!
[bank$:] g-u-nit!
[{whoo kid}:] {d*mn! }

[bridge: lloyd bank$ – singing]
i don’t know where you from but out here we ride
so if you scared of conflict don’t come outside.
i’m on a high – get your hands on a gun
cause ain’t no one gonna respect you as a man if you run. – dial 9-1-1! {whoooooooooooooooooo}
{kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

[lloyd bank$ & (50cent):]
i’m hear talkin’ to the street now – that’s only gon’
lead to bulletwounds and beatdown’s, retreat clown.
you still strugglin’ – down to your last rock (uh-huh!)
g-unit is gorillas and blackchild’s the mascot. (this is god!)
you thought you wouldn’t hear my voice, i’m in the hood cause i’m hood (uh-huh! uh-huh!)
you in the hood cause you ain’t got no choice. (yeah!)
your top seller gettin’ sticked for his shine either i’m blind,
or ashanti’s sideburns is thicker than mine. (thicker than mine!) {money… in the bank! }
i’m! – youngest in charge with; my d*ck in a dime (wooo!)
grippin’ the .9, (whoooo!) sippin’ that lime, bacardi in a party. you sorry! (uh-huh!)
i’m blowin’ wet green right out the safari
that’ll put you in a left lean higher than a marley. (oh! oh!)
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’m a sting you
c’mon ja! you put a *uff* crackhead on your single.

[chorus: 50 cent]
what goes up? must come down; (yeah!)
what goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
i suggest you run when you see the pound,
or get laid the *uff* out on the ground.

what goes up? must come down; (yeah!)
what goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
i suggest you run when you see the pound, {dj envy! }
or get laid the *uff* out on the ground. {come on! }

[lloyd bank$ & (50cent):]
my cousin bringin’ back them blueberry bags, i’ve been waiting all day, (uh-huh!)
on them, sh*lltops that got jam master jay, on ’em {oooohhhhh! }
i got a jeanius {rest in peace! } and kneehighs that swallows me whole
tongue’s longer than the ones on your fila’s. {come on! }
she buys anything i desire.
uh-huh! – pro’lly cause i’m on fire, the 2003 mcgwire, until i retire (yeah!)
my neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
cross overed to crack, now they can’t even jump. (wo! wo!)
i leave with any panties i want – the industries new face (uh-huh!)
i’m in a b*tch mouth every morning like toothpaste. (aah! hahaha!)
place your bet, yo’ envy pull out a few crates
“i got enough 16’s to battle 2 states.” (whooo!)
i’m in a sp*ceship – neck full of grey sh*t, (uh-huh!)
big gats in the braclet – expect nothing basic! (ooh!)
respect and embrace it – your sketch in the bas*m*nt,
i’ll have them try to find where the rest of your face, man.

[chorus: 50 cent]
what goes up? must come down; (yeah!)
what goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
i suggest you run when you see the pound,
or get laid the *uff* out on the ground.

what goes up? must come down; (yeah!) {can’t forget… }
what goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!) {lil’ joe! }
i suggest you run when you see the pound,
or get laid the *uff* out on the ground. {whaaaooooooooooo! }

[lloyd bank$ & (50cent):]
the hoes know i’m lazy as h*ll, that’s why i get the b*tch to twist (uh-huh!)
dog! i stay around trees like christmas gifts. (yeah!)
yeah! you laughing and dancing ’til they stick you
and have you holdin’ your chest like i’m singing the national anthem. {d*mn! } (aaooooh!)
have your worried ’bout the reprecussions after the tantrum? (nah!)
i’ll be alone in a mansion (uh-huh!) – and it’s snowing in the hamptons (uh-huh!)
regardless of what these fools say. fools say…
“i’m a be around longer than ‘cool j, armed with a new k.” (hahaha!)
so dumb in a new way, if i don’t *uff* on monday,
i’m gone hit it tuesday, my charm get it usually.
you put a lot of years into rap, (oh!) these lil’ starvin’ chumps
start your carrer from the back of a milk cartoon. (oh, noooo!)
your gased up! – from whatever he must of told ya (uh-huh!)
but! – everything in army fatigues ain’t a soldjah. (uh-uh!)
in my upbring we wore the same socks
and buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops. {yeeeaaah! }

[chorus: 50 cent]
what goes up? – must come down; (yeah!)
what goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!) {lloyd bank$! }
i suggest you run when you see the pound, {next on line! }
or get laid the *uff* out on the ground. {“money in the bank”… whoooooooooooooo! }

what goes up? must come down; (yeah!)
what goes around; come back around? (uh-huh!)
i suggest you run when you see the pound, {g-uuunit! }
or get laid the *uff* out on the ground. {we runnin’ it! }

[outro: 50 cent]
dial 9-1-1!
yeah! {shadyville! }
young lloyd bank$…
ggg-ggg- g-unit! {34 shot… marquise… reema! }
haha! [echoes] {i… haloo! }
i dare you to say something… haha! {my man d! }
i dare you to say something back n*gg*… {g-uuunit! }
{ice… rick!… lick! }
{paulynne… hate hot!… whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! }


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