[50 Hey Em, you know you my white boy right? I owe you for one
I've been patiently waiting for a track to on You can stun if you want and your ass get rolled on It feels like my flows been hot for so If you thinking I'm fall off your so wrong
[50 Innocent in my head, a baby born dead Destination heaven, sit and with passengers from nine eleven The lords blessings leave me lyrically Shit I even gotta try to shine God's the that tailor 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 Picture me pen in hand write lines knowing the source'll it When I die, they'll read and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops should that me bitter? I caught cases I copped out does that me a quitter? In this white man's I'm similar to a squirrel for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my will stop ringing again industry niggaz ain't friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus: x2 Patiently waiting to it through all the hating Debating or not you could even weather the storm. Just lay on the they operating to save you Its like an angel came to you sent the heavens above
They think they're crazy but they ain't crazy lets it, shit basically They just sick, they ain't shit They ain't saying shit, spray 'em Fifty A to the K, get in the way bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day fucking mayhem you staying with me? let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your You get the message am I through to you? You whats coming you motherfuckers don't even know do you? Take Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot a little Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest tied up in a knot The Juggernauts of this rap shit it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the You put your life in this, nothing like surviving the know what time it is as soon as Fifty signs on this dot Shit what you know death threats, 'cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away the towers Some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit evacuate all children - nuclear shower There's nothing spookier, you're now about to witness the power of Fifty
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The guns spark when the go off Its fifty, they say its See a nigga laid out with his top blown off Its fifty, man that Fifty, they don't 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 I'll break face, have your ass running Mumbling to the Jake, you going me dog you making a mistake Ill split you have you looking like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all zippers I'm the on this boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the over you should call me flipper Your bitch, a bitch, you calling her wifey I fucked her, I her fast food, you keeping her icy I'm down to sell records but not my Snoop said this in 94' "We don't love hoes" I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm See the twenty's spinning looking on the six Niggas wearing flags, 'cause the colors match clothes They get in the wrong hood and get filled up with holes (motherfucker).
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