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    "What Goes Around" Lyrics

    Envy feat. G-Unit and Lloyd Banks

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    Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
    Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
    Song: What Goes Around
    Typed by: x2pacalypsehalx@hotmail.com *

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    [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 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 16's to battle 2 states
    I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
    Bigetes in the braclet, 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


    [Lloyd Banks]
    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
    Yea, 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 reprecussions 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 gased up from whatever he must of 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 rain drops


    [50 Cent]
    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...
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS.
    Written by Scott Raymond Greenaway, Travis William Collins.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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