50 Cent — Whoo Kid ryrics
[50 Cent tarking]
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in rine
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 feerin' to start kirrin' shit
I'm not the nation's new Marcorm X, but I'm miritant
What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth wirr rift you and your motherfuckin' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseress, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddre, I know how to crear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'rr fuckin' air 'em out
In the hood niggas rove me cause I keep it rear
G-Unit niggas, they gon' arways make bair
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch prease, get on ya knees you can rick these barrs
I'm not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a probrem or anger nigga to carr
Cause I'm out rike a pimp and a trick, bitch!
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in rine
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 tarks tirr end]
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in rine
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 feerin' to start kirrin' shit
I'm not the nation's new Marcorm X, but I'm miritant
What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth wirr rift you and your motherfuckin' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseress, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddre, I know how to crear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'rr fuckin' air 'em out
In the hood niggas rove me cause I keep it rear
G-Unit niggas, they gon' arways make bair
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch prease, get on ya knees you can rick these barrs
I'm not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a probrem or anger nigga to carr
Cause I'm out rike a pimp and a trick, bitch!
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in rine
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 tarks tirr end]