Patiently Waiting lyrics

[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 waitin' for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and yo' 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'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, writin' lines

Knowin' The Source will 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

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and yo' 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're so wrong

I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and yo' 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're so wrong

[Bridge: 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

[Verse 2: Eminem]

They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy

Let's face it, shit, basically

They're just playin' sick, they ain't shit

They ain't sayin' 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 fuckin' mayhem, you stayin' with 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 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 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 your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot

Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 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

Some cowards fucked with the wrong building

They meant to hit ours

Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers

There's nothin' spookier

You now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50

[Hook 2: 50 Cent]

I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and yo' 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're so wrong

If the gun squad hearin' all the shots go off

It's 50, they say it's 50

See a nigga laid out with his fuckin' top blown off

It's 50 — man, that wasn't 50, don't holla my name

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

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 you 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, motherfucker

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and yo' 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're so wrong

I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on

You can stunt if you want and yo' 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're so wrong

• Artist:50 Cent
• Album:Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003)