[50 Cent]
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Yeah, Shady, Hahahaha
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G G G G G G G G-Unit
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[Eminem]
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Here we go again
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[50 Cent]
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Does it make you mad when I switch my flow?
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You can't understand how I get my dough
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50 Cent I'm on fire cause Shady said so
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I'm on fire
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Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne
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I just get on the track and try to set the tone
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I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone
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But don't compare me
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I'm better off jus' left alone
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And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales
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I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
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Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12
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Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail
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And livin wreckless
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But if you go check my belt
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You may see something else I used to protect myself
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A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells
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And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel
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And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
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Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
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And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
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But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind
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That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX
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Then he switched to 'Pac now he's tryna be him next
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So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael
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Juss keep singin' the same song, recycled
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We'd all much rather get along and fight you
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Me and Hailie danced to your songs we liked you
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And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth
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C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you
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I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to
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But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you
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Killin' you fasta than you poppin' pill afta little pill of them tabs of that shit you on
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But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it
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But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta
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We bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants to
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So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk?
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When I walked up to you like, Ja what up dawg?
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How come you didn't say you had a problem then?
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When you was standin' there wit all your men, we coulda solved this then
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I'ma grown man dawg come holla
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All you did was slapdance, smile and swallow,
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another one of them little X pills in front of me
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And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be come on
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[50 Cent]
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{*Chorus*}
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I know you don't want it with me
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You know you don't want it with me
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You, talk an' you soon will see
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You don't wanna bump heads with me
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I know you don't want it with me
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You know you don't want it with me
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You, talk an' you soon you will see
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You don't wanna bump heads with me
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[Tony Yayo ]
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You couldn't son me if my father helped you
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My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you
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Ja you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you
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Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol
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I clap at your ass with this chrome 38
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And put six thru your hats of seven 3/8
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Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you should shook night
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I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike
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You know and I know who took ya chain
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You got robbed two times so ya ass is laid
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I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail
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You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Seigel, bitch
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[50 Cent]
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{*Chorus*}
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I know you don't want it with me
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You know you don't want it with me
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You, talk an' you soon will see
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You don't wanna bump heads with me
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I know you don't want it with me
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You know you don't want it with me
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You, talk an' you soon you will see
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You don't wanna bump heads with me
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Fuck that I'm miles away
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And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
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I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man
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Tellin' New York, even in Compton they understand
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I'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate out tha game an'...
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They see me more pop a boy for icey cuz I could
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Shootin' guns for money you probably forgot your way around the hood
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Bitch when you paranoid it's hard to make a song
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Now you want it wit' us, half your artists got to make a point
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Every magazine I own your on your knees takin' prayer picture
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And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitches
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You don't know nuttin' about what pain is sucka
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I'll put your ass to the ground like a train conductor, muh'fucker
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[50 Cent]
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{*Chorus*}
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I know you don't want it with me
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You know you don't want it with me
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You, talk an' you soon will see
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You don't wanna bump heads with me
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I know you don't want it with me
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You know you don't want it with me
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You, talk an' you soon you will see
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You don't wanna bump heads with me
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[Tony Yayo]
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Yeah nigga yeah
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Shady Aftermath G-Unit
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Fuck you think they call us G Unit for
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Cause we move units uhha
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Don't think we ain't billin you for this motherfucking studio time
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A matter a fact keep call it a 50 we'll call it even
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Bump Heads (Feat. 50 Cent, Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks)
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| Eminem |
