50 Cent - PT2 & Bump Heads lyrics

Album: No Mercy, No Fear (2002)

[50 Cent]
I want to be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
The reason you´ve the courage to confront ya fears
The reason theres two karats in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I do not care
How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is yours & 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
Don´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 will not deny that I ama f*ckin´ ride out
Then you will bump heads wit me
I will put a hole in yo ass, you will see
That it aint cool to f*ck wit me

[Tony Yayo]
G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas
F*ck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas
I aint tryin´ to be dirty, still on the strip
I am tryin´ to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony too much dope, I am pushin´ the big boy
V12, SL detailed
I rap & wait for them checks in the mail
If you hatin´, your due time life will expire
Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!"
Where I am from, niggas be on some sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick

And this ´dro & this nestle got me right
So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes
I am on 1st 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 will not deny that I ama f*ckin´ ride out
Then you will bump heads wit me
I will put a hole in yo ass, you will see
That it aint cool to f*ck wit me

[Lloyd Banks]
I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone
My kind of beef will f*ck up ya grill & not the kind you put franks on
I am hidin´ out, so my meals is home cooked
I deal wit more ho´s than a chinese phone book
Your high with your messed up ratchets
I am out blowin´ haze bags the size of ketchup packets
F*ck who has in ya ride, theres tools on my side
By the females standin´ with tattoos on they thighs
Theres a lot of cats losin´ they wives
Cause next time I see ´em, they got black & blues on they eyes
Nah, I aint ready to die, but I am prepared
But I would 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 & Shaquille
If you talkin´ bout millions throw me in the deal
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherf*cker

Whoo Kid

[50 Cent talking]

[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, & get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can not shine
You aint gettin´ yours? thats f*cked up cause I am gettin´ mine

[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I am feelin´ to start killin´ shit
I am not the nation´s new Malcolm X, but I am militant
What, I am supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four 5th will lift you & your motherf*ckin´ bench press
Why you screamin´ war senseless, I am tryin´ to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear em out
Four 5th, four shots, that´ll f*ckin´ air em out

In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit niggas, they gon´ always make bail
Whether it is two G´s or twenty G´s
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I am not that nigga that you striptease for
You´ve got to a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause I am out like a pimp & a trick, bitch!

[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can not shine
You aint get yours? That is f*cked up cause I am gettin´ mine

[50 Cent talks until end]

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