Patiently Waiting 
50 Cent

50 Cent : 
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right? 
I owe you for this one 

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 thinkin Ima fuckin fall off your so wrong 

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 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 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 

Eminem : 
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 : 
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 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 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 
Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot 
You put your life in this theres 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 top 
some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours 
Better evacuate all children nuclear shower 
theres nothin spookier, now your bout to witness the power of fuckin Fifty 

50 Cent :
Gun gone off he dont 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 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 flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes 
They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez.
 
feat. Eminem

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