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 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