Текст песни 50 Cent - Whoo Kid

[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 f*cked 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 motherf*ckin' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
N*ggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'll f*ckin' air 'em out
In the hood n*ggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit n*ggas, they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
B*tch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I'm not that n*gga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger n*gga to call
Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, b*tch!

[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 f*cked up cause I'm gettin' mine

[50 Cent talks till end]