PT2 & Bump Heads

[50 Cent]<br>I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears<br>The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears<br>The reason there`s two karats in each of ya ears<br>I splurge with the paper ma, I don`t care<br>How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops<br>Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never<br>Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine<br>So when I shine, you shine<br>The finest champagne, we can toast to life<br>Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice<br>Don`t let ya fears let you confuse sayin` &quot;fifty`s bad news&quot;<br>I need you in my life girl, your too much to lose<br><br>[Beat switches]<br><br>[Hook]<br>Nigga, you won`t deny that I`ma fuckin` ride out<br>Then you`ll bump heads wit me<br>I`ll put a hole in yo ass, you`ll see<br>That it ain`t cool to fuck wit me<br><br>[Tony Yayo]<br>G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas<br>Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas<br>I ain`t tryin` to be dirty, still on the strip<br>I`m tryin` to be dirty, filthy rich<br>Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy<br>Give Tony too much dope, I`m pushin` the big boy<br>V12, SL detailed<br>I rap and wait for them checks in the mail<br>If you hatin`, your due time life will expire<br>Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like &quot;Bloodfire!&quot;<br>Where I`m from, niggas be on some sleak shit<br>They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick<br>And this `dro and this nestle got me right<br>So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes<br>I`m on first class flights heading towards Vegas<br>Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players<br>I roll a seven, cause we crap table players<br><br>[Hook]<br>Nigga, you won`t deny that I`ma fuckin` ride out<br>Then you`ll bump heads wit me<br>I`ll put a hole in yo ass, you`ll see<br>That it ain`t cool to fuck wit me<br><br>[Lloyd Banks]<br>I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone<br>My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you putfranks on<br>I`m hidin` out, so my meals is home cooked<br>I deal wit more ho`s than a chinese phone book<br>Your high with your messed up ratchets<br>I`m out blowin` haze bags the size of ketchup packets<br>Fuck who`s in ya ride, there`s tools on my side<br>By the females standin` with tattoos on they thighs<br>There`s a lot of cats losin` they wives<br>Cause next time I see `em, they got black and blues on they eyes<br>Nah, I ain`t ready to die, but I`m prepared<br>But I`d rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard<br>They know me in the field, the kid with the fans<br>That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille<br>If you talkin` bout millions throw me in the deal<br>Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherfucker