[50 Cent]
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Ooooooooooooohhhhh!
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[Intro:]
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[50 Cent:] G-Unit! Haha!
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[Bank$:] G-U-NIT!
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[{Whoo Kid}:] {DAMN! }
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[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$ - singing]
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I don't know where you from but out here we ride
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So if you scared of conflict don't come outside.
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I'm on a high - get your hands on a gun
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Cause ain't no one gonna respect you as a man if you run. - Dial 9-1-1! {Whoooooooooooooooooo}
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{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
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[Lloyd Bank$ & (50Cent):]
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I'm hear talkin' to the street now - that's only gon'
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Lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown.
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You still strugglin' - down to your last rock (uh-huh!)
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G-Unit is Gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot. (this is God!)
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You thought you wouldn't hear my voice, I'm in the hood cause I'm hood (uh-huh! uh-huh!)
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You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice. (yeah!)
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Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine either I'm blind,
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Or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine. (THICKER THAN MINE!) {MONEY... IN THE BANK! }
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I'm! - Youngest in charge with; my dick in a dime (wooo!)
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Grippin' the .9, (whoooo!) sippin' that lime, Bacardi in a party. You sorry! (uh-huh!)
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I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari
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That'll put you in a left lean higher than a Marley. (OH! OH!)
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And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
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She look like, she took a bag of flour in the face.
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You want street credibility instead of I'm a sting you
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C'mon Ja! You put a *UFF* crackhead on your single.
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!)
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What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
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I suggest you run when you see the pound,
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Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground.
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What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!)
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What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
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I suggest you run when you see the pound, {DJ ENVY! }
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Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground. {COME ON! }
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[Lloyd Bank$ & (50Cent):]
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My cousin bringin' back them Blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day, (uh-huh!)
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On them, shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em {OOOOHHHHH! }
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I got a jeanius {REST IN PEACE! } and kneehighs that swallows me whole
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Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's. {COME ON! }
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She buys anything I desire.
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Uh-huh! - Pro'lly cause I'm on fire, the 2003 McGwire, until I retire (yeah!)
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My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
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Cross overed to Crack, now they can't even jump. (Wo! Wo!)
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I leave with any panties I want - the industries new face (uh-huh!)
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I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste. (AAH! HAHAHA!)
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Place your bet, yo' Envy pull out a few crates
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"I got enough 16's to battle 2 states." (whooo!)
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I'm in a spaceship - neck full of grey shit, (uh-huh!)
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Big Gats in the braclet - expect nothing basic! (OOH!)
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Respect and embrace it - your sketch in the basement,
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I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face, man.
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!)
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What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
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I suggest you run when you see the pound,
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Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground.
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What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!) {CAN'T FORGET... }
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What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!) {LIL' JOE! }
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I suggest you run when you see the pound,
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Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground. {Whaaaooooooooooo! }
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[Lloyd Bank$ & (50Cent):]
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The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist (uh-huh!)
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Dog! I stay around trees like Christmas gifts. (yeah!)
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Yeah! You laughing and dancing 'til they stick you
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And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem. {DAMN! } (AAOOOOH!)
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Have your worried 'bout the reprecussions after the tantrum? (Nah!)
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I'll be alone in a mansion (uh-huh!) - and it's snowing in the Hamptons (uh-huh!)
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Regardless of what these fools say. Fools say...
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"I'm a be around longer than 'Cool J, armed with a new K." (hahaha!)
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So dumb in a new way, if I don't *UFF* on Monday,
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I'm gone hit it Tuesday, my charm get it usually.
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You put a lot of years into rap, (OH!) these lil' starvin' chumps
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Start your carrer from the back of a milk cartoon. (OH, NOOOO!)
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Your gased up! - From whatever he must of tol |