Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
I, I owe you for this one

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 f**kin` fall off ya so wrong
(It`s Fifty!)

I`m innocent in my head, like a baby born dead destination heaven
Sittin` politic with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord`s blessin`s leave me lyrically inclined
S**t 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, ni**as 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 ni**as ain`t friends, they know how to pretend

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 f**kin` fall off ya so wrong
(It`s Fifty)

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 f**kin` fall off ya so wrong
(It`s Fifty)

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
S**t basically they just playin` sick
They ain`t s**t, they ain`t sayin s**t, 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**kin 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 motherf**kers 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 f**k do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this Rap s**t, 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
S**t what you know about death threats, `cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Them cowards f**ked 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 f**kin` fifty

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 f**kin` fall off ya so wrong
(It`s Fifty)

If the gun spark I`ll hear all of the shots go off
It`s fifty, they say it`s fifty
See a ni**a layed out wit his f**kin` 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 f**ked 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
Ni**as wearin` flags cause the colors match they clothes they get Caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes motherf**ker

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 f**kin` fall off ya so wrong
(It`s Fifty)

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 f**kin` fall off ya so wrong
(It`s Fifty)