(feat. 50 Cent) [50 Cent:] Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right? I owe you for this one [Chorus:] Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on It feels like my flowz been hot for so long If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead destination heaven, sit and politic with passengars from nine eleven The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined shit I aint even gotta try to shine God's a seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook 50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source'l 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 bitta? I caught cases I copped, out does that make me a quitta? In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend [Chorus x2] [Hook: Eminem] [heart monitor beeps] If ya Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm. when you lay on the table they operatin to save you itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above [Verse 2: Eminem] [heart monitor stopz] They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it, shit basically they just playin sick, they aint shit They aint sayin shit.. spray'em Fifty A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me and turn this day into fuckin mayhem you stayin wit me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu You get the message am I gettin through to you? You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz dont even know do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot The Jugganautz of this rap shit like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot You put your life in this - nothin like survivin the shot Y'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot Shit what you know about death threats, cuz I get alot 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 (50 Cent: woo)- nuclear shower theres nothin spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty [Chorus] Its the gun squad ya'll when the shots go off Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty See a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown off Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my name [Verse 3: 50 Cent] You shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass house and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth cuz I'll break your face, have your ass runnin mumblin to the Jake, you goin against me dawg you makin a mistake Ill split you leave you lookin like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all themzippers Im 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 fuck her feed her fast food, you keepin her icy Im down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94': "We dont love them hoez" I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich see the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the six niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez muthafuckas [Chorus x2] [50 Cent:] Its fifty [x3]
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