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Yeah Shady (Ha-ha) 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit (Ha-ha) Here we go again Yeah The evil genius, Green Lantern Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? You can't understand how I get my dough 50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so I'm on fire Everybody's in a rush to try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone I ain't tryin' to use nobody as a steppin' stone But don't compare me, I'm better off just left alone And I ain't even tryin' to go there with record sales I'm just tryin' to keep it humble and respect myself Say, "What up?", keep steppin', and just rep D12 Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail And livin' reckless, but if you go check my belt You may see something else I use to protect myself A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to Letras de cancionesGot undercover cops that'll legally pop you And I done seen a lot of people cross the line But this motherfucker Ja must have lost his mind That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX Then he switched to Pac, now he's tryna be him next So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael? Just keep singin' the same song, recycled We'd all much rather get along than fight you Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth Come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you I'll hurt your pride, dawg, and you know I don't like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after Syllable I just slap you, killin' you faster Than you poppin' pill after little pill of them tabs Of that shit you on, but if you want it, you got it You'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta (Green Lantern!) We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to So what's the deal, where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, "Ja, what up, dawg?" How come you didn't say you had a problem then? When you was standin' there with all your men, we coulda solved this then I'm a grown man, dawg, come holla All you did was slap hands, smile and swallow Another one of them little X pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be Come on! I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me (You know you don't want it with me) You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me (You know you don't want it with me) You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me Tony! You couldn't son me if my father helped you My punchlines is hot, my bars will melt you Ja, you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you Every other week I'm buyin' a new pistol I clap at your ass with this chrome .38 And put six thru your hats, a seven and 3/8's Irv, you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night I'll put my knife in your wind pipe and breeze through the turnpike You know and I know who took your chain You got robbed two times so your ass is lame I'm down to die for this shit, all I need is bail You better stick to the movies with Steven Segal, bitch I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me Lloyd Banks! Fuck that, I'm miles away And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out your man We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand I'm on the block where you was raised blowin' chocolate up out your van and (Break it, break it, break it down!) They see me pop a boy icy 'cause I could You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood (Hood) 'Cause when you paranoid it's hard to make a song How you want it with us if half of your artists got make-up on? Every magazine I open you on your knees takin' prayer pictures And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitches You don't know nothin' 'bout what pain is, sucka I'll put your ass underground like a train conductor, muh'fucker I know you don't want it with me (You know you don't want it with me) You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me (Wanna bump heads with me) I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You talk and soon you gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me (Wanna bump heads with me) Yeah, nigga Yeah, Shady Aftermath G-Unit Fuck you think they call us G-Unit for? 'Cause we move units, huh-uh Don't think we ain't billin' you for this motherfuckin' studio time Matter of fact, keep it on 50, we'll call it even, ha From Letras Mania