50 Cent Lyrics

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Bump Heads Lyrics

[50 Cent]

Yeah, Shady, Haha

G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!!!

...

Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? 

You can't understand how I get my dough 

50 Cent, I'm on fire cuz Shady said so...

I'm on fire!!

[Eminem]

Everybody's in a rush tryna get to the throne 

I just get on the track and try to set the tone 

I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone 

But don't compare me, I'm better off just left alone 

And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales 

I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself 

Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12 

Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail and livin wreckless 

But if you go check my belt 

You may see something else I used to protect myself 

A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells 

And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel 

And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to 

Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you 

And I done seen a lot of people cross the line 

But this muthafucka Ja must've lost his mind 

That X, got him thinkin he was DMX 

Then he switched to Pac now he's tryna be him next 

So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?

Jus keep singin the same song recycled 

We'd all much rather get along and fight you 

Me and Hailie danced to your songs, we like you 

And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth 

C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you 

I hurt your pride dog and you know I don't like to 

But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you 

Killin you fasta than you poppin pill afta little pill of them tabs of that shit you on 

But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it 

But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta 

We bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants ta

So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk? 

When I walked up to you like, "Ja what up, dog?"

How come you didn't say you had a problem then? 

When you was standin there wit all your men, we coulda solved this then 

I'm a grown man dog come holla 

All you did was slapdance, smile and swallow another one of them little X pills in front of me 

And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be

Chorus x2:

[50 Cent] 

I know you don't want it with me 

You know you don't want it with me 

You talk and soon ya go'n see 

You don't wanna bump heads with me

[Tony Yayo] 

You couldn't son me if my father helped you 

My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you 

Ja, you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you 

Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol 

I clap at your ass with this chrome 38 

And put six thru your hats of 7 and 3/8s

Irv you ain't Suge Knight, (???)

I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike 

You know and I know who took ya chain 

You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid 

I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail 

You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Siegel, bitch 

(Chorus x2)

[Lloyd Banks] 

Fuck that I'm miles away 

And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand 

I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin 'em out ya man 

Tellin New York, even in Compton they understand 

I'm on the block where you was raised doin chocolate out tha game and

They see me pop a boy for an icey cuz I could 

Shootin guns for money you probably forgot your way around the hood 

Bitch when you paranoid it's hard to make a song 

Now you want it wit us, half your artists got to make a point 

Every magazine I own your on your knees takin prayer pictures 

And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitches 

You don't know nuttin about what pain is sucka 

I'll put your ass to the ground like a train conductor, muthafucka

(Chorus x2)