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You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line |
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You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine |
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You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine |
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You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine |
| [50 Cent] |
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I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' shit |
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I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant |
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What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest? |
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My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press |
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Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz |
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Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass |
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Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out |
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Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out |
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In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real |
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G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail |
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Whether it's two G's or twenty G's |
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Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys |
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Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls |
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I'm not that nigga that you striptease for |
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You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call |
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Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, bitch! |
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You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line |
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You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine |
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You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine |
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You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine |
| [50 Cent talks till end] |
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