(feat. 50 Cent)



[50 Cent:]

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 will get rolled on

It feels like my flowz been hot for so long

If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong



[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I'm innocent 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 that 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'l 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 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]



[Hook: Eminem] [heart monitor beeps]

If ya Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin

debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm.

when you lay on the table they operatin to save you

itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above



[Verse 2: Eminem] [heart monitor stopz]

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 I'll 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 Big L on top, 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 - 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 towers

some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours

Better evacuate all children (50 Cent: woo)- nuclear shower

theres nothin spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty



[Chorus]



Its the gun squad ya'll when the shots go off

Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty

See a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown off

Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my name



[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

You shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass house

and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth

cuz I'll break your face, have your ass runnin

mumblin to the Jake, you goin against me dawg you makin a mistake

Ill split you leave you lookin like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all themzippers Im 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 callin her wifey

I fuck 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

muthafuckas



[Chorus x2]



[50 Cent:]

Its fifty [x3]