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    "Bump Heads" Lyrics

    G-Unit feat. 50 Cent

    [50 Cent and Eminem]
    Yeah... Shady
    Haha (Wooo)
    50 Cent... GgGgG G Unit
    Haha (Here we go again)
    Yeah Uh huh (Haha)

    [50 Cent]
    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
    Everybodies in a rush to try to get the throne
    I just get on the track and try to set the tone
    Ain't trying to use nobody as a steppin' stone

    But don't compare me I'm better off just left alone
    And I ain't even tryin' to go there with record sales
    I'm just tryin' to keep it humble and respect myself
    Say what what up keep steppin' and just rep D12

    Keep my nose clean stay away from weapons jail
    And livin' wreckless, but if you would check my belt
    You may see soemthing else I use to protect myself
    A vest to stop a ruger 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 under cover cops that'll legally pop you
    And I done seen a lot of people crossed the line

    But this motherfucker Ja mustve lost his mind
    That X has got him thinkin' that he was DMX
    Then he switched to Pac now his tryin' to be him next
    So which one are you X Luther Pac or Michael ?

    Just keep singing the same song recycled
    We'd all much rather get along than fight you
    Me and hailey dance to your songs we like you
    And you don't really want to step inside on my group

    Come on now you know the white boy will bite you
    I'll hurt your pride dog and you know I don't like to
    But I will if I have to
    With syllable after syllable ill just slap ya

    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 didn't diss you on it

    But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta
    We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants ta
    So what's the deal where was all of the tough talk
    When I walked up to ya like Ja what up dog

    How come you didn't say you had a problem then
    When you was standin' there with all you men
    We could've solved it then I'm a grown man dogg come holla
    All you did was slap hands smile and swallow

    Another one of them lil x pills in front of me
    And tell me 50 Cent was everything you want to be (Cmon)

    [Chorus: x2]
    I know you don't want it with me
    You know you don't want it with me
    You can talk I'm still the m.c
    You don't want to bump heads with me

    You couldn't slug me if my father helped you
    My punchlines is hot my bars would melt you
    Ja, you... stuart little, shells will lift you
    Every other week I'm buyin' a new pistol

    I clap at yo ass with this chrome 38
    And put 6 through yo hat so seven in 3 eights (?)
    Erv you ain't shug knight you shook light
    I put my knife in ya wind pipe

    Then freeze on this turn pike
    You know and I know who took ya chain
    You got rolled two times so your ass is lame
    I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail
    You better stick to the movies with segal

    [Chorus: x2]

    Yo fuck that I'm tired of these -
    Industry niggas [unknown] you get out of hand
    I'm gone find you whereabouts [unknown]
    We kill in new york even in Compton they understand

    I'm on the block where you was raised [unknown]
    They see me poppin' more ice because I could [unknown]
    You probably forgot your way around the hood, good
    Least when your paranoid its hard to make a song

    How you want it with us and laugh [unknown] got make up on
    Every magazine I open you on your knees takin' prayer pictures
    And you ain't even got shot yet you scared bitches
    You don't know nothin' bout what pain is sucker
    I put put your ass in the ground like a train conductor motherfucker

    [Chorus: x2]

    Yeah Nigger
    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 motherfuckin' studio time
    Matter fact keep em on 50
    We call it even. Ha
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Cameron F. Gipp, Duncan Garfield, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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