Dedicate song lyrics Whoo kid by 50 Cent

[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 canīt shine
You ainīt gettinī yours? thats fucked up cause Iīm gettinī mine

[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, Iīm feelinī to start killinī shit
Iīm not the nationīs new Malcolm X, but Iīm militant
What, Iīm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckinī bench press
Why you screaminī war senseless, Iīm tryinī to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear īem out
Four fifth, four shots, thatīll fuckinī air īem out
In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit niggas, they gonī always make bail
Whether itīs two Gīs or twenty Gīs
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
Iīm not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause Iīm 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 canīt shine
You ainīt get yours? Thatīs fucked up cause Iīm gettinī mine

[50 Cent talks till end]