[50 Cent talking]
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[Hook]
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You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
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You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
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You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
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You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
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[50 Cent]
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I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' shit
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I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant
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What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
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My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press
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Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
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Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
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Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
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Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out
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In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
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G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail
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Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
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Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
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Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
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I'm not that nigga that you striptease for
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You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
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Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!
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[Hook]
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You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
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You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
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You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
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You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine
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[50 Cent talks till end]
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Whoo Kid
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| 50 Cent |
