You Want Beef With Me?

{"Whoa" by Black Rob beat} Whoa! 50 Cent... G-Unit! Yeah! You want beef wit 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? Shit cause you can't shine You ain't gettin yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin mine I got an M1 in my hand and fin' ta start killin shit 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 motherfucking bench press While you screamin' war sceneless I'm tryin ta splash Swing my knife too I'll break off in yo' ass Niggas get hugged up in a 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 keept it real G-Unit niggas 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 Bitch please, get on your knees You can lick these, balls I'm not the nigga that you striptease, for You got a problem I ain't the nigga, to call Cause I'm more like a pimp than a trick BITCH! You want beef wit 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? Shit cause you can't shine You ain't gettin yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin mine You want beef wit 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 Shit, cause you can't shine You ain't gettin yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin mine