Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord's blessins 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 yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source'll 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 wit 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 [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Eminem] If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save you It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it Shit basically they just playin sick They ain't shit, they ain't 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? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the messege? 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 killas 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 ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty 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 Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers There's nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty [Chorus] [50 Cent] If the gun spark I'll hear all of the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty Don't holla my name You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth Cause I'll break yo face Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake You goin 'gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit 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 Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey I'm down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in ninety four, "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
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