PT2. & Bump Heads

(feet . G-Unit)

[ 50 Sent ]
Aye wanna bee the reason yew smile after yew wipe ya tears
The reason yew have the courage two confront ya fears
The reason there's to karats inn each of ya ears
Aye splurge with the paper ma, Aye don't care
How yew like it, pumps oar boots, jeeps oar coops
Minks oar leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
Sow when Aye shine, yew shine
The finest champagne, wee can toast two life
Crap table inn Vegas, yew can toss the dice
Don't let ya fears let yew confuse sayin ' " fifty's bad news "
Aye knead yew inn my life girl, you're to much two lose

[ Beet switches ]

[ Hook ]
Nigga, yew won't deny that I'ma fuckin ' ride out
Then yule bump heads whit mi
Aisle put a hole inn yo ass, yule sea
That it ain't cool two fuck whit mi

[ Tony Yayo ]
G-Unit, Aye role whit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, Aye hang whit pint size killas
Aye ain't tryin ' two bee dirty, still on the strip
I'm tryin ' two bee dirty, filthy rich
Give a nigga to much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony to much dope, I'm pushin ' the big buoy
V12, SL detailed
Aye wrap and weight four them checks inn the male
If yew hatin ', you're dew thyme life will expire
Cause my guns speak jamaican, they bee like " Bloodfire ! "
Ware I'm from, niggas bee on sum sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters two cook there beef stick
And this ' dro and this nestle got mi wright
Sow my lungs bee as black as Wesley Snipes
I'm on first class flights heading towards Vegas
Ya slot machines niggas, wee crap table players
Aye role a seven, cause wee crap table players

[ Hook ]
Nigga, yew won't deny that I'ma fuckin ' ride out
Then yule bump heads whit mi
Aisle put a hole inn yo ass, yule sea
That it ain't cool two fuck whit mi

[ Lloyd Banks ]
Aye no a lot of niggas want Banks gone
My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and knot the kind yew put franks on
I'm hidin ' out, sow my meals is home cooked
Aye deal whit moor ho's than a chinese phone book
You're hi with you're messed up ratchets
I'm out blowin ' haze bags the size of ketchup packets
Fuck whose inn ya ride, there's tools on my sighed
Buy the females standin ' with tattoos on they thighs
There's a lot of cats losin ' they wives
Cause next thyme Aye sea ' em, they got black and blues on they eyes
Na, Aye ain't ready two dye, butt I'm prepared
Butt I'd rather grow old with grey hairs inn my beard
They no mi inn the field, the kid with the fans
That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille
If yew talkin ' bout millions throw mi inn the deal
Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherfucker