[50 Cent talkin'] Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right? I owe you for this one
[Chorus] I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on You can stun if you want to and your ass will get rode on It feels like my flowz been hot for so long If you Ima fuckin fall off your so wrong
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Finishin 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 to 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 of polley When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops does that make me bigga? I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta? In this white man's world I'm similiar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If get shot my phone will stop ringin again These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend
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[Eminem - Hook (heart monitor beeps)] We've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not, you been whether to stone'em Lay on the table they operatin to save you Itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above
[Eminem - Verse 2 (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 wit me? Don't let me lose you I'm 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 you? You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz don't even know do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a little bit yellow on top, and 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 It's a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot You put your life in this there's 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 a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the top Some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all nuclear shower There's nothin spookier, now your bout to witness the power of fuckin Fifty
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[50 Cent - Verse 3] Gun gone off he don't know that shots go off Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty See a nigga laid out with his top blown off Itz fifty, man that wasn't Fifty, they wanna holla my name You don't throw stonez 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 I'll split you you lookin like the Michael Jackson's 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 You a bitch, a regular bitch, callin her wifely I fucked her, feed her fast food, you keepin her icy I'm down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94': \"We don't love them hoez\" I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich See the 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.