Bump Heads

Yeah

Shady (Ha-ha)

Yeah

Here we go again(Sh*t)

Yeah

Singing record mixtape

The invaision,pt.2

The evil genius, Green Lantern

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

Everybody's in a rush to try to get the throne

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

I ain't tryin' 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 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 use 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 mother****er Ja must have 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?

Just keep singin' the same song, recycled

We'd all much rather get along than fight you

Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you

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

Come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you

I'll 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 (Green Lantern!)

We bump heads with any mother****er that wants to

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

I'm a grown man, dawg, come holla

All you did was slap 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 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 know you don't want it with me)

You talk and soon you gon' see

You don't wanna bump heads with me

Tony!

You couldn't son me if my father helped you

My punchlines is hot, my bars will 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, a seven and 3/8's

Irv, you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night

I'll put my knife in your wind pipe and breeze through the turnpike

You know and I know who took your chain

You got robbed 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 Steven Segal, 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!

**** that, I'm miles away

And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand

Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out your man

We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand

I'm on the block where you was raised blowin' chocolate up out your van and (Break it, break it, break it down!)

They see me pop a boy icy 'cause I could

You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood (Hood)

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

How you want it with us if half of your artists 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, sucka

I'll put your ass underground like a train conductor, mother****er

I know you don't want it with me (You 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 (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 (Wanna bump heads with me)

Yeah, nigga

Yeah, Shady Aftermath

G-Unit

**** you think they call us G-Unit for?

'Cause we move units, huh-uh

Don't think we ain't billin' you for this mother****in' studio time

Matter of fact, keep it on 50, we'll call it even, ha