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