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 cant shine
You aint gettin yours? thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine
I got a M1 in my hand, Im feelin to start killin shit
Im not the nations new Malcolm X, but Im militant
What, Im 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, Im 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, thatll fuckin air em out
In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit niggas, they gon always make bail
Whether its two Gs or twenty Gs
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
Im not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause Im out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!
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 cant shine
You aint get yours? Thats fucked up cause Im gettin mine
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