Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patiently Waiting, artist - 50 Cent. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Patiently Waiting |
| 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 fuckin 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 blessins 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 yo dame |
| Straight out the good book, look, niggas 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 niggas ain’t friends, they know how to pretend |
| — repeat 2X |
| 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 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 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 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 killas 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, nothin like survivin a shot |
| Y’all know what time it is, soon as fifty 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 |
| Them cowards fucked 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 fuckin fifty |
| If the gun spark I’ll hear all of the shots go off |
| It’s fifty, they say it’s fifty |
| See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin 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 fucked 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 |
| Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes |
| They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes |
| — repeat 2X |