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 cant understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, Im on fire cause Shady said so
Im on fire

Everybodys in a rush to try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone
I aint tryin to use nobody as a steppin stone
But dont compare me, Im better off just left alone
And I aint even tryin to go there with record sales
Im 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 dont even carry guns no more, I dont got to
Got undercover cops thatll 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 hes tryna be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin the same song, recycled
Wed all much rather get along than fight you
Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you
And you dont really wanna stepinside no mic booth
Come on now, you know the white boyll bite you
Ill hurt your pride, dawg, and you know I dont 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
Youd bump this shit too , if we aint 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 whats the deal, where was all the tough talk?
When I walked up to you like, 'Ja, what up, dawg?'
How come you didnt say you had a problem then?
When you was standin there with all your men, we coulda solved this then
Im 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 dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me (You know you dont want it with me)
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me (You know you dont want it with me)
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
Tony!

You couldnt son me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot, my bars will melt you
Ja, you Stuart Little, shellsll lift you
Every other week Im buyin a new pistol
I clap at your ass with this chrome .38
And put six thru your hats, a seven and 3/8s
Irv, you aint Suge Knight, you shook night
Ill 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
Im down to die for this shit, all I need is bail
You better stick to the movies with Steven Segal, bitch

I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
Lloyd Banks!

**** that, Im miles away
And these industry niggas startin to get outta hand
Like I wont find your whereabouts by stompin em out your man
We killin New York, even in Compton they understand
Im 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 its 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 aint even got shot yet, you scared bitches
You don't know nothin bout what pain is, sucka
Ill put your ass underground like a train conductor, mother****er

I know you dont want it with me (You know you dont want it with me)
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me (Wanna bump heads with me)
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont 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
Dont think we aint billin you for this mother****in studio time
Matter of fact, keep it on 50, well call it even, ha