[Intro: 50 Cent]
Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right?
I owe you for this one.
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong.
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sit and politic with passengers from 9/11
The Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined
Shit, I ain't even got to try to shine
God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand, writin' lines
Knowin' The Source will quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?
I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man's world I'm similar to a squirrel
Lookin' for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin' again
These industry niggas ain't friends
They know how to pretend.
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong.
[Bridge: Eminem]
If you're patiently waitin' to make it through all the hatin'
Debatin' whether or not you can even weather the storm
As you lay on the table, they operatin' to save you
It's like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above.
[Verse 2: Eminem]
They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy
Let's face it, shit, basically
They're just playin' sick, they ain't shit
They ain't sayin' shit — spray 'em, 50!
A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into fuckin' mayhem, you stayin' with me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi
And just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you?
You know what's comin'?
You motherfuckers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix 'em up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit, what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers
There's nothin' spookier
You now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50.
[Hook 2: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong
If the gun squad hearin' all the shots go off
It's 50, they say it's 50
See a nigga laid out with his fuckin' top blown off
It's 50 — man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name.
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Niggas shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth
‘Cause I'll break your face
Have your ass runnin', mumblin' to the jake
You goin' against me, dawg, you makin' a mistake, I'll split ya
Leave you lookin' like the Michael Jackson jackets
With all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper
Your bitch a regular bitch, you callin' her wifey
I fucked and feed her fast food, you keepin' her icey
I'm down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in '94: "We don't love them hoes."
I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich
See the twenties spinnin' lookin' mean on the six
Niggas wearin' flags ‘cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood
And filled up with holes, motherfucker.
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong.
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