Patiently Waiting

f/ Eminem

Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
Ha, 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 rode on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fkin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

50 Cent
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sit in politic with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined
s**t I ain't even got to try to shine
God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame
Straight out the good book, look, is shook
Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swings 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 sl*t wit a nice b*tt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again
These industry ain't friends, they know how to pretend

Chorus - repeat 2X

Eminem
You've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm As you layin' on the table they operatin to save you
It's like an angel Ganster you sent from the heavens above

They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it
s**t basically they just playin sick
They ain't s**t, they ain't sayin s**t, spray em' fifty
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fkin mayhem, you stayin wit me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryin to confuse you
When I let loose wit this Uzi and just shoot through you as Ouzo
You get the message? Am I gettin through to you?
You know what's comin, you motherfkers 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 fk do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap s**t, 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
s**t what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children in nuclear showers
There's nothin spookier
Ya now about to witness the power of fkin fifty

Chorus 1X

50 Cent
It's a Gang Squad here, and the shots go off
It's fifty, they say it's fifty
See a nigg* layed out wit his fkin 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 as* runnin, mumblin to the J
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 b*tch a regular b*tch, you callin her wifey
I fked 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 spinnin lookin mean on the six
wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes
Mother fker

(chorus 2X)