Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - What Goes Around (Murder Inc. Diss) lyrics

G-Unit haha

I don't know where you from
But out here we ride
So if you scared of conflict
Don't come outside
Or learn how to ride, get your hands on a gun
Cause ain't no one gonna respect 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
Bullet wounds 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
Bacardi 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

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

My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags
I've been waiting all day
On them shelltops that got Jam
Master Jay on them
I got a jeanius and kneehighs
That swallows me whole
Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's
She's buys anything I desire
Prolly cause I'm on fire
The 2003 McGwire, until I retire
My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
Cross overed to crack
Now they can't even jump
I leave with any panties I want
The industries new face i'm in a bitch mouth
Every morning like toothpaste
Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates
I got enough sixteens to battle two states
I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
Baguettes in the bracelet
Expect nothing basic respect and embrace it
Your sketch in the basement
I'll have them try to find where
The rest of your face is

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

The hoes know I'm lazy as hell
That's why I get the bitch to twist
Dogg, I stay around trees
Like Christmas gifts
Yeah, you laughing and dancing
'til they stick you
And have you holdin' your chest like
I'm singing the National Anthem
Have your worried bout the
Repercussions after the tantrum
I'll be alone in a mansion
And it's snowing in the Hamptons
Regardless of what these fools say
I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J
Armed with a new K
So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday
I'm gone hit it Tuesday
My charm get it usually
You put a lot of years into rap
These lil' starvin' chumps
Start your career from the back
Of a milk carton
Your gassed up from whatever
He must've told ya
But everything in Army fatigues
Ain't a soldier
In my upbring we wore the same socks
And buckets in the living room
To catch the raindrops

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

Dial 9-1-1, yeah!, young Lloyd Banks
GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha
I dare you to say something, haha
I dare you to say something back nigga