[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]