Tanya Chua

Tanya Chua - bump heads lyrics

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[Intro - 50 Cent]

Yeah, Shady (Woo!)

Haha, 50 Cent

G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT

(Em: Here we go again, yeah)

Uh huh, hahaha

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

(Em: HERE WE GO!) I'm on fire

[Verse 1 - Eminem]

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

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

I ain't tryna use nobody, as a stepping stone

But don't compare me, I'm better off, just left alone

And I ain't even tryna go there, with record sales

I'm just tryna keep it humble, and respect myself

Say what up, keep stepping, and just rep D-12

Keep my nose clean and stay away from, weapons, jail

And living reckless, but if you gon' check my belt

You may see something else, I use to protect myself

A vest, to stop a Ruger, and deflect its 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 den seen a lotta people, cross the line

But this motherfucker Ja, must have lost his mind

That ex, got him thinking 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 singing the same song, recycled

We all much rather get along, than fight you

Me and Halie dance to ya songs, we like you

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

Come on now, you know the white boy will bite you

I hurt ya pride dog, and you know I don't like to

But I will if I have to, wit syllable after

Syllable I'll just slap ya, killin you faster

Then you popin' pill after, little pill of them tabs of

That shit you're 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 could charge harder than Busta

We bump heads, wit any motherfucka that wants ta

So what's the, deal, what's with all the tough talk

When I walked up to you, like "Ja, what up dog?"

How come you didn't say, you had a problem then

When you were standing there with all ya men

We could have solved it then, I'm a grown man dog, come holla

All you did was laugh then, smile and swallow

Another one of those little ex pills, in front of me

And tell me 50 Cent was everything, that you wanna be, come on

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent]

I, know, you don't want it wit me

You, know, you don't want it wit me

You, talk, but soon we gon' see

You, don't wanna bump heads with me

[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]

(Em: TONY YAYO!) You couldn't son me if my father helped you

My punchlines is hot, my bars will melt you

Ja you Stuard Little, shells'll lift you

Every other week, I'm buying a new pistol

I clap at yo ass, wit this chrome .38

And put six through ya hats, that's seven and 3-8

Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night

I put my knife in ya wind pipe, you bleed on the turnpike

You know and I know, who took ya chain

You got robbed two times, so ya ass a lame

I there to die for this shit, all I need is bail

You better stick to the movies, with Steven Segal

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]

(Em: LLOYD BANKS!) Fuck that I'm tired of hearing

These industry niggas starting to get outta hand

Like I won't find ya whereabouts, by STOMP-ing 'em out ya man

You killing New York, even in Comp-ton, they understand

I'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate up out the van, and

They see me pop up on icey, cause I could

You den lost yo money, prolly forgot yo way around the hood (hood)

Cause when you paranoid, it's hard to make good songs

How you want it wit' us, when half your artists got makeup on

Every magazine I open, you on ya knees, taking prayer pictures

And you ain't even get shot yet, you scared bitches

You don't know nothing about what pain is sucka

I put yo ass to the ground, like a train conductor, motherfucker

[Chorus x2]

[Outro - Tony Yayo]

Yeah, nigga!

Yeah, Shady/Aftermath, G-Unit!

What the fuck you think they call us G-Unit for?

'Cause we move units, uh huh

And don't think we ain't billing you

For this motherfucking studio time

Matter fact keep it over fifty, we call it even, ha<br />

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Thanks to razvan

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