[50 Cent talkin']
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 f***in fall off your so wrong 

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
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 the 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'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 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]
[Eminem - Hook (heart monitor beeps)]
Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin 
debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm. 
Just lay on the table they operatin to save you 
itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above 

[Eminem - Verse 2 (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 f***in 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 motherf***erz 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, and what the f*** 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 f***ed with the wrong building they meant to hit ours 
Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower 
theres nothin spookier, you're now about to witness the power of f***in Fifty 

[Chorus X2]
The gunz spark 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 

[50 Cent - Verse 3]
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 have you lookin like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them 
zippers 
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 f***ed her, I 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 (muthaf***a).

[Chorus X2]
(50 Cent)
Its fifty