50 Cent - PT2. & Bump Heads Lyrics
(feat. G-Unit)[50 Cent]I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tearsThe reason you have the courage to confront ya fearsThe reason there's two karats in each of ya earsI splurge with the paper ma, I don't careHow you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coopsMinks or leathers, fifty fall off neverWhats mine is yours and whats yours is mineSo when I shine, you shineThe finest champagne, we can toast to lifeCrap table in Vegas, you can toss the diceDon't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news"I need you in my life girl, your too much to lose[Beat switches][Hook]Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma *****in' ride outThen you'll bump heads wit meI'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll seeThat it ain't cool to ***** wit me[Tony Yayo]G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas***** a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killasI ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the stripI'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy richGive a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboyGive Tony too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boyV12, SL detailedI rap and wait for them checks in the mailIf you hatin', your due time life will expireCause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shitThey hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stickAnd this 'dro and this nestle got me rightSo my lungs be as black as Wesley SnipesI'm on first class flights heading towards VegasYa slot machines niggas, we crap table playersI roll a seven, cause we crap table players[Hook]Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma *****in' ride outThen you'll bump heads wit meI'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll seeThat it ain't cool to ***** wit me[Lloyd Banks]I know a lot of niggas want Banks goneMy kind of beef will ***** up ya grill and not the kind you put franks onI'm hidin' out, so my meals is home cookedI deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone bookYour high with your messed up ratchetsI'm out blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup packets***** who's in ya ride, there's tools on my sideBy the females standin' with tattoos on they thighsThere's a lot of cats losin' they wivesCause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they eyesNah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm preparedBut I'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my beardThey know me in the field, the kid with the fansThat argue over my balls like Kobe and ShaquilleIf you talkin' bout millions throw me in the dealBig city, stadium tour, ruining the bill mother*****er
