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 m e, 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 I'll bring Dre and them wit me

And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me?

Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you

When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu

You get the messege? Am I gettin through to you?

You know what's comin, you motherfuckers 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 fuck do you got?

You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot

The juggernauts of this rap shit, 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

Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot

Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers

Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours

Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers

There's nothin spookier

Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

If the gun spark I'll hear all of the shots go off

It's fifty, they say it's fifty

See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin 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 ass runnin, mumblin to the jake

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 bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey

I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey

I'm down to sell records but not my soul

Snoop said this in ninety four, “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

Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes

They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes

[Chorus] - repeat 2X