[50 Cent talking]      [Hook]   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 can't shine   You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine      [50 Cent]   I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to 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 G's or twenty G's   Whether or not wit 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 and a trick, bitch!      [Hook]   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 can't shine   You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine      [50 Cent talks till end]