Bump Heads
[Eminem]Here we go again
[50 Cent]Does it make you mad when I switch my flowYou can't understand how I get my dough50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said soI'm on fire
[Eminem]Everybody's in a rush try to get the throneI just get on the track and try to set the toneI ain't trying to use nobody as a steppin' stoneBut don't compare me, I'm better off just left aloneAnd I ain't even trying to go there with record salesI'm just trying to keep it humble and respect myselfSay what up, keep stepping, and just rep D12Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jailAnd living recklessBut if you go check my beltYou may see something else I used to protect myselfA vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shellsAnd send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrelAnd I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got toGot undercover cops that'll legally pop youAnd I done seen a lot of people cross the lineBut this motherfucker Ja must have lost his mindThat X, got him thinkin' he was DMXThen he switched to 'Pac now he's tryna be him nextSo which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or MichaelJust keep singin' the same song, recycledWe'd all much rather get along than fight youMe and Hailie danced to your songs, we liked youAnd you don't really wanna step inside no mic boothC'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite youI hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like toBut I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap youKillin' you fasta than you poppin' pill after little pill of them tabs of that shit you onBut if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on itBut if we lock horns we can charge harder than BustaWe bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants toSo whats 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 wit all your men, we coulda solved this thenI'mma grown man dawg come hollaAll you did was slap hands, smile and swallowAnother one of them little X pills in front of meAnd tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be come on
[Refrain: 50 Cent]I know you don't want it with me, you know you don't want it with meYou, talk an' you soon will see, you don't wanna bump heads with meI know you don't want it with me, tou, talk an' you soon you will seeYou know you don't want it with me
[Tony Yayo]You couldn't son me if my father helped youMy punchlines is hot, my bars will melt youJa you Stuart Little, shells'll lift youEvery other week I'm buyin' a new pistolI clap at your ass with this chrome 38And put six thru your hat a seven and 3/8'sIrv you ain't Suge Knight, you should shook nightI put my knife in ya wind pipe and breeze through the turnpikeYou know and I know who took ya chainYou got robbed two times so ya ass is lameI'm down to die for this shit all I need is bailYou better stick to the movies with Steven Seigal, bitch
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[Lloyd Banks]Fuck that, I'm miles awayAnd these industry niggas startin' to get outta handLike I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya manWe killin' New York, even in Compton they understandI'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate out the van andThey see me pop a boy for icey cause I couldBut you been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hoodCause when you paranoid it's hard to make a songHow you want it wit' us, half of your artists got make-up onEvery magazine I own your on your knees takin' prayer picturesAnd you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitchesYou don't know nothin' about what pain is suckaI'll put your ass underground like a train conductor, muh'fucker