[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]