Whoo Kid lyrics

by

50 Cent


[50 Cent talking]
Yea, yeah, like, that's what I'm sayin' Whoo Kid, ya know I'm sayin'
n*ggas see you in that drop Lex right
n*ggas get mad kid, ya know I'm sayin'
'Cause dey don't like to see a n*gga do good and sh*t
They see you be warm
Wind blowin' through ya hair
Ya got a b*tch in the passenger seat
The wind blowin' through her hair so you know what, here
**Gun c*cks**
You take this just in case a n*gga act up, aight my n*gga

[Intro]
Whoa
50 Cent
G Unit!
(Yea) Hah ha (Ha)
Yeah

[Chorus]
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? sh*t cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin' yours? thats f*cked up cause I'm gettin' mine

[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I'm finna start killin' sh*t
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 motherf*ckin' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
n*ggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'll f*ckin' air 'em out
In the hood n*ggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit n*ggas, they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
b*tch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I'm not that n*gga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger n*gga to call
Cause I'm out like a pimp than a trick, b*tch!
[Chorus]
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? sh*t cause you can't shine
You ain't get yours? That's f*cked up cause I'm gettin' mine

[Outro]
Hah ha ha ha
Yeah n*gga, get it in your motherf*ckin' head n*gga
50 Cent n*gga
G Unit n*gga
Sha Money XL
Hahahaha
It hurts don't it?
It hurt to see a n*gga do good, huh?
I bet that make you mad and sh*t, right?
You see a n*gga like "How the f*ck that n*gga get that new Lex Coupe
How the f*ck that n*gga got that SL
How the f*ck that n*gga got that many trucks in the street"
Haha
n*gga talk about they burners on record like you got a gun n*gga, I got...
Motherf*ckin' suitcases of guns comin' faggot ass
Y'all n*ggas better pack it up and head for the motherf*ckin' hills, man
Huh hah hah
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