[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? %#@! cause you can't shine

You ain't gettin' yours? thats $#&@ed up cause I'm gettin' mine

[50 Cent]

I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' %#@!
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 mother$#&@in' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo $$#

^!$$%s get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'll $#&@in' air 'em out
In the hood ^!$$%s love me cause I keep it real

G-Unit ^!$$%s, they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys

(*##$ please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I'm not that ^!$$% that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger ^!$$% to call

Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, (*##$!

[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? %#@! cause you can't shine

You ain't get yours? That's $#&@ed up cause I'm gettin' mine

[50 Cent talks till end]