Patiently Waiting 50 Cent [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 waiting 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 thinking I'mma 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 writing lines knowing 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 Looking for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringing again These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend [Hook: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting 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 thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong I been patiently waiting 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 thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong [Bridge: Eminem] If you're patiently waiting to make it through all the hating Debating whether or not you can even weather the storm As you lay on the table they operating 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 playing sick They ain't shit, they ain't saying 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 fucking mayhem, you staying with me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I getting through to you? You know what's coming, 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 ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 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 fucking 50 [Hook: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting 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 thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong [Verse 3: 50 Cent] If the gun squad hearing all the shots go off It's 50, they say it's 50 See a nigga laid out with his fucking top blown off It's 50 - man, that wasn't 50, 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 running, mumbling to the jake You going against me, dawg, you making a mistake, I'll split ya Leave ya looking 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 calling her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping 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 spinning looking mean on the six Niggas wearing 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 waiting 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 thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong I been patiently waiting 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 thinking I'mma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong "Many Men" [Intro:] Ayo! I'm the king of this muthafucka! I'm the King Of Detroit! You do what I say what I say nigga! You don't say it: "We gonna smoke this nigga, Proof'! " Fuck that! You shoot that nigga, right there, get that nigga! King Of Detroit, nigga! [9 shots] Whattup now fool? Whattup now nigga? ! [beat starts playin' 50Cent's: "Many Men (Wish Death)".] [Hook:] Many men! - Wish death upon P! It's hard to survive in the 313. I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be, And niggas tryna take my life away. (c'mon! c'mon! c'mon!) I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with' me, He ain't come dollo face in 1-E. Watch what you say when you talk about me, Cause I come and take your life away! [Bridge 1:] Many men! Many, many, many, many men! [gun cocks] Wish death upon me. Dog I don't cry no more, Don't look to the sky no more. Have mercy on me. [Verse 1:] Man these pussy niggas put money on head, Gonna get your refund, 'cause motha fucka I ain't dead. I'm the "Dozen" in the "Dirt"! - That ain't been found. The real king of the D, shiiit! That ain't been crowned. When I'm on - something special happens every time. I'm the dopest! - Something like Roy Jones in his prime. I walk the planks of the jungle, got a problem then fuck you. Show you what my gun do, if you whack and unhumble. Be for real, punk niggas! - Your new to the beef, Ask any playa in the 'D'! - Your new to the streets! Y'all ain't from 7 Mile! And y'all ain't wound! Fuck a bone! When you hear that CLICK - answer! [shot] [Chorus 1:] Many men, many many many many men wish death upon me. Dog I don't cry no more, Don't look to the sky no more. Have mercy on me! Have mercy on my soul! Somewhere my heart turned cold! Have mercy on many men! Many many many many men. - Wish death upon me! [Verse 2:] Now there wouldn't be real, if it wasn't for no heart. If there wasn't 8 Mile, there wouldn't be O Port. Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard. Murk you in afterlife and see twice the God. This is for my niggas on the yo! - Doin' there time. The real murkers in Detroit, that shine on the ground. I heard about that little hit - that you put in the hood. But your shoot-if-you-get-shot ain't gonna do no good. I'm like MG for Shady! - You can call me 'the Don'! If you Micheal mothafucka, you gonna die in the storm. Can't switch sides hommie! - Let cash ride homie! Thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? [Chorus 1] [Verse 3:] You know how many mothafuckas wanna hear your bone break? PA, 7 Mile, FA's on May. School Craft, LA Mack and Bwick, CCs, Runyon Ave. That's who 'P' with. The cops don't know much, where I tuck my Glock. I got the word from E-Dog when Stuck got locked. Ain't gunna spell it out for you muthafuckas on the grind! Are you blind nigga? - Can't read between the lines? From Cameon! - Rico Shocka and G-Low.