50 Cent – Patiently Waiting Lyrics

Produced By: Eminem

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[Produced by Eminem]

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right?
I owe you for this one

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stunt if you want and your ass'll get rolled on
If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long
If you thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead, destination heaven
Sit and politic with passengers from 9/11

The Lord's blessings 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 your dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook

50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand writing lines knowing the Source'll quote it
In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel
Looking for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut

If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringing again
These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend


[Bridge: Eminem]
If you're patiently waiting to make it through all the hating
Debating whether or not you can even weather the storm
As you lay on the table they operating to save you
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above

[Verse 2: Eminem]
They think they're crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it
Shit, basically they're just playing sick
They ain't shit, they ain't saying shit, spray em 50
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into fucking mayhem, you staying with me?

Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you
You get the message? Am I getting through to you?
You know what's coming, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you?

Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not

You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot

Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this doc
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers

Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers
There's nothing spookier
You now about to witness the power of fucking 50


[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
If the gun squad hearing all the shots go off
It's 50, they say it's 50
See a nigga layed out with his fucking top blown off
It's 50 - man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name

Niggas shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth
Cause I'll break yo face

Have your ass running, mumbling to the jake
You going against me dog, you making a mistake, I'll split ya
Leave ya looking like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers

I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper

Your bitch a regular bitch, you calling 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 '94: ''we don't love them hoes''
I got pennies for my thoughts now I'm rich
See the twenties spinning looking mean on the six

Niggas wearing flags cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood, and filled up with holes, motherfucker


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