Текст песни Patiently Waiting, Eminem, 50 cent

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

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waitin' 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 thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you 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 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 with 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]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
If you're patiently waitin' to make it through all the hatin',
Debatin' whether or not, you can even weather the storm,
As 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're 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 with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu.
You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you?
You know what's comin', you mothafuckas 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 killers 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, nothing like survivin' a shot,
Y'all know what time it is, soon as Fifty signs on this doc,
Shit, what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot?
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers,
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours,
Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers,
There's nothing spookier,
You now about to witness the power of fuckin' Fifty.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
If the gun squad hearin' all the shots go off,
‘It's Fifty,' they say, ‘it's Fifty.'
See a nigga laid out with his fuckin' top blown off,
‘It's Fifty.' Man, that wasn't Fifty, 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 your face,
Have your ass runnin', mumblin' to the jake.
You goin' against me, dawg, you makin' a mistake, I'll split ya,
Leave ya lookin' like the Michael Jackson jackets with 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.
Your bitch a regular bitch, you callin' her wifey,
I fucked and feed her fast food, you keepin' 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 spinnin', lookin' mean on the six,
Niggas wearin' flags ‘cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood and filled up with holes, mothafucka!

[Chorus]