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[50
Cent talkin]
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'll get rode on
It feels like my flows been hot
for so long
If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall
off your so wrong
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Finishin 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 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 lines
knowin the source of polley
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]
[Eminem - Hook]
[heart monitor beeps]
We've been patiently waitin to
make it through all the hatin
debatin whether or not, you can
even whether the storm
Lay on the table they operatin
to save you
its like an angel came to you sent
from the heavens above
[Eminem - Verse 2]
[heart monitor stops]
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 Ill
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 whats comin you motherfuckers
dont 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
killa's 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 is as soon
as Fifty signs 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 its
nuclear showers
theres nothin spookier, your now
about to witness the power of fuckin
Fifty
[Chorus x2]
[50 Cent - Verse 3]
Gun gone off he dont know that
shots go off
Its fifty, they say Its Fifty
see a nigga laid out with his top
blown off
Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty,
they wanna holla my name
You dont throw stonez if you live
in a glass house
and if you got a glass jaw, you
should watch your mouth
cuz Ill break your face, have your
ass runnin
mumblin to the Jake, you goin against
me dawg you makin a mistake
Ill split you have you lookin like
the Michael Jackson's jackets with
all them zippers
Im 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 wifey
I fucked 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 flags, cuz the colors
match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood
and get filled up with holes.
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