[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? sh** cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin' yours? thats f**ed up cause I'm gettin' mine
[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start k**in' sh**
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 motherf**in' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo a**
n***as get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'll f**in' air 'em out
In the hood n***as love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit n***as, 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**h please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I'm not that n***a that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger n***a to call
Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, b**h!
[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? sh** cause you can't shine
You ain't get yours? That's f**ed up cause I'm gettin' mine
[50 Cent talks till end]