50 Cent - Whoo Kid lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Whoo Kid lyrics]
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
I got a M1 in my hand
I'm finna 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 than a trick
Bitch!
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
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
I got a M1 in my hand
I'm finna 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 than a trick
Bitch!
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