[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 waiting for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long If you thinking I'mma 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 writing lines knowing 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 Looking for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringing again These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend
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[Bridge: Eminem] If you're patiently waiting to make it through all the hating Debating whether or not you can even weather the storm As you lay on the table they operating 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 playing sick They ain't shit, they ain't saying 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 fucking mayhem, you staying with me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I getting through to you? You know what's coming, 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 ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc 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 nothing spookier You now about to witness the power of fucking 50
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[Verse 3: 50 Cent] If the gun squad hearing all the shots go off It's 50, they say it's 50 See a nigga laid out with his fucking top blown off It's 50 - man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name 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 running, mumbling to the jake You going against me, dawg, you making a mistake, I'll split ya Leave ya looking 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 calling 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 '94: ''we don't love them hoes'' I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich See the twenties spinning looking mean on the six Niggas wearing flags cause the colors mat