[50 Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy I owe you for one
I've been patiently for a track to explode on You can if you want and your ass will get rolled on It feels like my been hot for so long If you thinking I'm fucking off your so wrong
[50 in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven, sit and with passengers from nine eleven The lords blessings leave me lyrically Shit I ain't even try to shine the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your Straight out the good book, look, is shook 50 no man, warrior swing swords like Conan Picture me pen in hand write lines knowing the source'll it When I die, read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops should that make me I cases I copped out does that make me a quitter? In white man's world I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone will ringing again These industry ain't friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus: x2 Patiently waiting to make it all the hating Debating or not you could even weather the storm. Just lay on the table they operating to you Its like an angel to you sent from the heavens above
They they're crazy but they ain't crazy lets face it, shit basically They just playing sick, they ain't shit They ain't saying shit, spray 'em A to the K, get in the way bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day into fucking mayhem you staying me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to you When I let with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the am I getting through to you? You know whats coming you motherfuckers don't even know do some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got? You got the and illest killers tied up in a knot The Juggernauts of rap shit like it or not Its a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot You put your in this, nothing like surviving the shot Y'all know what time it is as soon as Fifty on this dot Shit what you know about threats, 'cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the Some fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children - shower There's nothing spookier, you're now about to the power of fuckin Fifty
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The guns spark the shots go off Its fifty, say its Fifty See a nigga laid out his fucking top blown off Its fifty, man that wasn't Fifty, they holla my name
[50 You shouldn't throw if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw, you watch your mouth Cause break your face, have your ass running Mumbling to the Jake, you going against me dog you making a Ill split you have you looking like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all zippers I'm the boss on boat, you can call me skipper The way I the money over you should call me flipper Your bitch, a bitch, you calling her wifey I fucked her, I feed her fast food, you her icy I'm down to records but not my soul said this in 94' "We don't love them hoes" I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm See the spinning looking mean on the six Niggas flags, 'cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong and get filled up with holes (motherfucker).
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