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 Patiently Waiting
  Cent ft. Eminem
 
 [50 Cent talkin']
  Em, you know you my favorite white boy right?
 I owe you for this 
 
 [Chorus]
 I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode 
 You can stun if you want to  your ass will get rode on
 It  like my flowz been hot for so long
 If you thinkin Ima fuckin fall off  so wrong
 
 [Verse 1 -  Cent]
  in my head, like a baby born dead
 Destination heaven,  and politic with passengars from nine eleven
 The lords blessins leave  lyrically inclined
  I aint even gotta try to shine
 God's a seamstress  tailor fitted my pain
 I got scriptures in my brain I  spit at your dame
 Straight out the good book, look, niggaz  shook
 50 fears no man, warrior swing  like Conan
 Picture me pen in hand write linez knowin  source of polley
 When I die, they'll read this and  a genius wrote it
 I grew up without my pops does that  me bigga?
 I caught cases I copped out does  make me a quitta?
 In this white man's world I'm  to a squirrel
 Lookin for a slut with  nice butt to get a nut
  I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again
 These industry niggaz aint friends, they  how to pretend
 
 [Chorus X2]
 
 [Eminem - Hook (heart  beeps)]
 We've been patiently waitin to make  through all the hatin
 Debatin whether or not, you been  to stone'em
 Lay on the table they operatin to  you
 Itz like an angel came to  sent from the heavenz above
 
 [Eminem - Verse 2 (heart  stopz)]
 They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets  it, shit basically
  just playin sick, they aint shit They aint sayin shit spray'em Fifty
 A to the K, get in the way  bring Dre and them wit me
 And turn this day into fuckin  you stayin wit me?
 Don't let me  you I'm not tryin to confuse you
 When I let loose with  uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu
 You get the message am I gettin through to 
 You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz  even know do you?
 Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in  pot
 Sprinkle a little bit yellow on top, and  the fuck do you got?
  got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot
 The Jugganautz of  rap shit like it or not
 It's like a fight to the top  to see who died for the spot
 You put your life in this there's nothin like survivin  shot
 Y'all know what time  iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot
 Shit what you know about death threats, cuz I get a 
  Records was eighty seconds away from the top
 Some cowards fucked with the wrong building  meant to hit ours
 Better evacuate all children  shower
 There's nothin spookier, now your bout to  the power of fuckin Fifty
 
 [Chorus X2]
 
  Cent - Verse 3]
 Gun gone off he don't  that shots go off
 Itz fifty, they say  Fifty
 See a nigga laid out with his top  off
 Itz fifty, man that wasn't Fifty, they wanna  my name
 You  throw stonez if you live in a glass house
 And if  got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
 Cuz I'll break your face, have  ass runnin
 Mumblin to the Jake, you  against me dawg you makin a mistake
 I'll split you have you lookin like the Michael Jackson's  with all them zippers
 I'm the boss on this boat, you can call  skipper
 The way I turn the  over you should call me flipper
 You a bitch,  regular bitch, callin her wifely
 I fucked her, feed her fast food,  keepin her icy
 I'm down to sell records but not  soul
 Snoop said this in 94': "We don't love  hoez"
 I got pennies for my  now I'm rich
 See the twentys  lookin mean on the six
 Niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match  clothes
 They get caught in  wrong hood and get filled up with holez.
 
 [Chorus X2]