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50 Cent
50 Cent


Background information
Birth name Curtis James Jackson III
Born July 6, 1975
Origin South Jamaica, Queens, New York, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Gangsta Rap
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Interscope Records
G-Unit Records
Shady Records
Aftermath Entertainment
Associated acts Eminem
G-Unit
Sha Money XL
Website Website



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50 Cent Lyrics

"What Goes Around" lyrics


[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

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

[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...


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