You want beef with me? Take a number, and get in line You bump heads with me? I pop ya top off with the nine You mad at me? Shit ’cause you can’t shine You ain’t gettin’ yours? That’s fucked up ’cause I’m gettin’ mine
I got a M1 in my hand, I’m finna 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 Gs or twenty Gs Whether or not with 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 than a trick, bitch!
You want beef with me? Take a number, get in line You bump heads with me? I pop ya top off with 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