Lyric Whoo Kid
[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? Shit cause you can t shine
You ain t gettin yours? thats fucked up cause I m gettin mine
[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I m feelin to start killin shit
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 motherfuckin bench press
Why you screamin war senseless, I m tryin to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear em out
Four fifth, four shots, that ll fuckin air em out
In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit niggas, they gon always make bail
Whether it s two G s or twenty G s
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I m not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause I m out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!
[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? Shit cause you can t shine
You ain t get yours? That s fucked up cause I m gettin mine
[50 Cent talks till end]
[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? Shit cause you can t shine
You ain t gettin yours? thats fucked up cause I m gettin mine
[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I m feelin to start killin shit
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 motherfuckin bench press
Why you screamin war senseless, I m tryin to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear em out
Four fifth, four shots, that ll fuckin air em out
In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit niggas, they gon always make bail
Whether it s two G s or twenty G s
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I m not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause I m out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!
[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? Shit cause you can t shine
You ain t get yours? That s fucked up cause I m gettin mine
[50 Cent talks till end]
