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50 Cent talking
Hook
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? s**t cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin' yours? thats fked up cause I'm gettin' mine
50 Cent
I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' s**t
I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant
What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth will lift you and your motherfkin' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'll fkin' air 'em out
In the hood love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit , they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
b*tch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I'm not that nigg* that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigg* to call
Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, b*tch!
Hook
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? s**t cause you can't shine
You ain't get yours? That's fked up cause I'm gettin' mine
