| Lyrics: | Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
I, 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 rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long
(Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)
[50
Cent]
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic
with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord's blessins 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 yo dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is
shook
Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin 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
slut wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again
These
industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus - repeat
2X]
[Eminem]
If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin
whether or not you can even weather the storm
Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save
you
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy
but they ain't crazy, let's face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit,
they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty
A to the K get in the way |
