Whoa! 50 Cent...
G-Unit! Yeah!
You want beef with me Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me s***, cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin yours That's f***** up cause I'm gettin mine
I got an M1 in my hand and fin' ta start killin s***
I'm not the nation's new Malcom X but I'm militant
But I'm suppose to be scared, cause you got a big chest
My four-fifth'll lift you and your m************ bench press
While you screamin' war sceneless I'm tryin ta splash
Swing my knife too I'll break off in yo' a**
n***** get hugged up in a huddle, I know how to clear em out
Four-fifth four shots, that'll f***** air em out
In the hood n***** love me cause I keept it real
G-Unit n***** they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether they knocked with two pieces and two ki's
b**** please, get on your knees
You can lick these, b****
I'm not the n**** that you striptease, for
You got a problem I ain't the n****, to call
Cause I'm more like a pimp than a trick b****!
You want beef with me Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me s***, cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin yours That's f***** up cause I'm gettin mine
You want beef with me Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me s***, cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin yours That's f***** up cause I'm gettin mine
G-Unit! Yeah!
You want beef with me Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me s***, cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin yours That's f***** up cause I'm gettin mine
I got an M1 in my hand and fin' ta start killin s***
I'm not the nation's new Malcom X but I'm militant
But I'm suppose to be scared, cause you got a big chest
My four-fifth'll lift you and your m************ bench press
While you screamin' war sceneless I'm tryin ta splash
Swing my knife too I'll break off in yo' a**
n***** get hugged up in a huddle, I know how to clear em out
Four-fifth four shots, that'll f***** air em out
In the hood n***** love me cause I keept it real
G-Unit n***** they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether they knocked with two pieces and two ki's
b**** please, get on your knees
You can lick these, b****
I'm not the n**** that you striptease, for
You got a problem I ain't the n****, to call
Cause I'm more like a pimp than a trick b****!
You want beef with me Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me s***, cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin yours That's f***** up cause I'm gettin mine
You want beef with me Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me s***, cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin yours That's f***** up cause I'm gettin mine