Bump Heads – Song and Lyrics by 50 Cent


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Bump Heads’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

[50 Cent and Eminem]
Yeah… Shady
Haha (Wooo)
50 Cent… GgGgG G Unit
Haha (Here we go again)
Yeah Uh huh (Haha)

[50 Cent]
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

Here we go now
Everybodies in a rush to try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone
Ain’t trying 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 what up keep steppin’ and just rep D12

Keep my nose clean stay away from weapons jail
And livin’ wreckless, but if you would check my belt
You may see soemthing else I use to protect myself
A vest to stop a ruger 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
Got under cover cops that’ll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people crossed the line

But this motherfucker Ja mustve lost his mind
That X has got him thinkin’ that he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac now his tryin’ to be him next
So which one are you X Luther Pac or Michael ?

Just keep singing the same song recycled
We’d all much rather get along than fight you
Me and hailey dance to your songs we like you
And you don’t really want to step inside on my group

Come on now you know the white boy will bite you
I’ll hurt your pride dog and you know I don’t like to
But I will if I have to
With syllable after syllable ill just slap ya

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 didn’t diss you on it

But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants ta
So what’s the deal where was all of the tough talk
When I walked up to ya like Ja what up dog

How come you didn’t say you had a problem then
When you was standin’ there with all you men
We could’ve solved it then I’m a grown man dogg come holla
All you did was slap hands smile and swallow

Another one of them lil x pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you want to be (Cmon)

[Chorus: x2]
I know you don’t want it with me
You know you don’t want it with me
You can talk I’m still the m.c
You don’t want to bump heads with me

You couldn’t slug me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot my bars would melt you
Ja, you… stuart little, shells will lift you
Every other week I’m buyin’ a new pistol

I clap at yo ass with this chrome 38
And put 6 through yo hat so seven in 3 eights (?)
Erv you ain’t shug knight you shook light
I put my knife in ya wind pipe

Then freeze on this turn pike
You know and I know who took ya chain
You got rolled 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 segal

[Chorus: x2]

Yo f*ck that I’m tired of these –
Industry niggas [unknown] you get out of hand
I’m gone find you whereabouts [unknown]
We kill in new york even in Compton they understand

I’m on the block where you was raised [unknown]
They see me poppin’ more ice because I could [unknown]
You probably forgot your way around the hood, good
Least when your paranoid its hard to make a song

How you want it with us and laugh [unknown] 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 sucker
I put put your ass in the ground like a train conductor motherfucker

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah N*gger
Shady Aftermath
G Unit
F*ck you think they call us G Unit for

‘Cause we move units
Uh Huh
And don’t think we ain’t billin’ you for this motherfuckin’ studio time
Matter fact keep em on 50
We call it even. Ha