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50 Cent
Pt2. and Bump Heads


[50 cent]
i wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
the reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
the reason thereand's two karats in each of ya ears
i splurge with the paper ma, i donand't care
how you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
minks or leathers, fifty fall off never
whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
so when i shine, you shine
the finest champagne, we can toast to life
crap table in vegas, you can toss the dice
donand't let ya fears let you confuse sayinand' andquot;fiftyand's bad newsandquot;
i need you in my life girl, your too much to lose
[beat switches]
[hook]
nigga, you wonand't deny that iand'ma fuckinand' ride out
then youand'll bump heads wit me
iand'll put a hole in yo ass, youand'll see
that it ainand't cool to fuck wit me
[tony yayo]
g-unit, i roll wit gorillas
fuck a big body guard, i hang wit pint size killas
i ainand't tryinand' to be dirty, still on the strip
iand'm tryinand' to be dirty, filthy rich
give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy
give tony too much dope, iand'm pushinand' the big boy
v12, sl detailed
i rap and wait for them checks in the mail
if you hatinand', your due time life will expire
cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like andquot;bloodfire!andquot;
where iand'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit
they hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick
and this and'dro and this nestle got me right
so my lungs be as black as wesley snipes
iand'm on first class flights heading towards vegas
ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players
i roll a seven, cause we crap table players
[hook]
nigga, you wonand't deny that iand'ma fuckinand' ride out
then youand'll bump heads wit me
iand'll put a hole in yo ass, youand'll see
that it ainand't cool to fuck wit me
[lloyd banks]
i know a lot of niggas want banks gone
my kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on
iand'm hidinand' out, so my meals is home cooked
i deal wit more hoand's than a chinese phone book
your high with your messed up ratchets
iand'm out blowinand' haze bags the size of ketchup packets
fuck whoand's in ya ride, thereand's tools on my side
by the females standinand' with tattoos on they thighs
thereand's a lot of cats losinand' they wives
cause next time i see and'em, they got black and blues on they eyes
nah, i ainand't ready to die, but iand'm prepared
but iand'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard
they know me in the field, the kid with the fans
that argue over my balls like kobe and shaquille
if you talkinand' bout millions throw me in the deal
big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherfucker
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