Bump Heads

Yeah It's Shady, ha ha (woo) 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha) Here we go again Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha) 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 'cause Shady said so I'm on fire (here we go now) Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone (come on) 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 with record sales I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself Say, "What up?", Keep steppin', and just rep D12 Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail And livin' reckless, but if you go check my belt You may see something else I used to protect myself (come here) 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 (uh-huh) But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind (woo) 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 Just keep singin' that 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 (uh-huh) come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you I hurt your pride dawg 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 faster than you poppin' pill after 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 with any motherfucker that wants to (woo) So what's the deal? Where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, "Ja what up, dawg?" How come you didn't say you had a problem then? When you was standin' there with all your men, we coulda solved this then (uh) I'm a grown man, dawg, come holla All you did was slapped hands, smile and swallow Another one of them little X pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be, come on I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony, come on) You couldn't son me if my father helped you My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you (what?) Ja, you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you Every other week I'm buyin' a new pistol (woo) I clap at your ass with this chrome.38 And put six through your hats, a seven 3/8's (come on) Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night I put my knife in ya wind pipe and breeze on the turnpike (break it down) You know and I know who took ya chain You got robbed two times, so ya ass is lame I'm down to die for this shit, all I need is bail You betta stick to the movies with Steven Seagal, bitch I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks) Fuck that, I'm tired of waitin' These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?) We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand I'm on the block where you was raised (break it, break it, break it down now) Blowin' chocolate up out your van and They see me pop up on icy 'cause I could (what?) You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood, hood Bitch, when you paranoid it's hard to make a song How you want it with us and half of your artists got make-up on? Every magazine I open you on your knees takin' prayer pictures (yeah) And you ain't even get shot yet, you scared bitches You don't know nothin' 'bout what pain is, sucka I'll put your ass underground like a train conductor, muhfucker (yeah) I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me Yeah, nigga, yeah Shady Aftermath, G-Unit Fuck you think they call us G Unit for? 'Cause we move units, uh-huh And don't think we ain't billin' you for this motherfucking studio time Matter fact keep, keep it on 50, we'll call it even, ha