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50 Cent - "PT2 & Bump Heads"
Lyrics to PT2 & Bump Heads : [50 Cent] I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears The reason theres two karats in each of ya ears I splurge with the paper ma, I dont care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and 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 Dont let ya fears let you confuse sayin "fiftys bad news" I need you in my life girl, your too much to lose [Beat switches] [Hook] Nigga, you wont deny that Ima fuckin ride out Then youll bump heads wit me Ill put a hole in yo ass, youll see That it aint cool to fuck wit me [Tony Yayo] G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas I aint tryin to be dirty, still on the strip Im tryin to be dirty, filthy rich Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy Give Tony too much dope, Im pushin the big boy V12, SL detailed I rap and 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 Im from, niggas be on some sleak shit They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick And this dro and this nestle got me right So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes Im on first 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 wont deny that Ima fuckin ride out Then youll bump heads wit me Ill put a hole in yo ass, youll see That it aint cool to fuck wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on Im hidin out, so my meals is home cooked I deal wit more hos than a chinese phone book Your high with your messed up ratchets Im out blowin haze bags the size of ketchup packets Fuck whos 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 and blues on they eyes Nah, I aint ready to die, but Im prepared But Id 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 and Shaquille If you talkin bout millions throw me in the deal Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherfucker [ PT2 & Bump Heads Lyrics ]
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