[50 Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy I owe you for one
I've been patiently waiting for a to explode on You can stun if you want and ass will get rolled on It feels like my flows been hot for so If you thinking I'm fucking fall off your so
[50 Innocent in my head, a baby born dead Destination heaven, sit and politic passengers from nine eleven The blessings leave me lyrically inclined Shit I even gotta try to shine God's the seamstress that fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I spit at your dame Straight out the good book, look, is shook 50 fears no man, warrior swing swords Conan me pen in hand write lines knowing the source'll quote it When I die, they'll this and say a genius wrote it I grew up my pops should that make me bitter? I caught cases I out does that make me a quitter? In white man's world I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone stop ringing again These industry ain't friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus: x2 Patiently waiting to make it all the hating whether or not you could even weather the storm. Just lay on the table they to save you Its like an angel to you sent from the heavens above
They think they're crazy but they ain't crazy lets face it, basically They just playing sick, they ain't They ain't saying shit, spray 'em Fifty A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and wit me And this day into fucking mayhem you staying with me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to you When I let loose with this Uzi and shoot through your Isuzu You get the message am I through to you? You know whats coming you motherfuckers don't even do you? some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and the fuck do you got? You got the realest and killers tied up in a knot The of this rap shit like it or not Its like a to the top just to see who died for the spot You put your life in this, like surviving the shot Y'all know what time it is as as Fifty signs on this dot Shit what you know about death threats, I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds from the towers Some cowards fucked with the building they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all - nuclear shower nothing spookier, you're now about to witness the power of fuckin Fifty
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The guns when the shots go off Its fifty, they say its See a nigga out with his fucking top blown off Its fifty, man wasn't Fifty, they don't holla my name
[50 You shouldn't throw stones if you in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw, you watch your mouth Cause I'll break your face, your ass running Mumbling to the Jake, you going against me dog you making a Ill you have you looking like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippers I'm the boss on this boat, you can me skipper The way I turn the over you should call me flipper Your bitch, a regular bitch, you her wifey I fucked her, I her fast food, you keeping her icy I'm to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94' "We love them hoes" I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm See the twenty's spinning looking on the six Niggas wearing flags, 'cause the match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with (motherfucker).
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