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 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]