yeah
Shady....
Aftermath....
G-Unit.....
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you too, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you too, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
you mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin',
you should be stressin I'm there to fuckin teach you a lesson,
Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin,
Smith and Wesson's the weapon in case you just guessing, (God Damhn)
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
watch the 22 spin , my hoes they perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,
motherfuckers they thought I wouldn’t win, pretend to be friends,
at first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
i'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic,
When it's dumped, trash it, flow I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, your misses get drastic,
glocks made out of plastic, cock-it, aim it, blast it,
run nigga and stash it...
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you too, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you too, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
If there is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on,
I'm a drink til I get to that bitch in the ghetto,
Introduce me to the burbs they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my shit...
(break-it down!)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat
Picture me start shit, picture me busting my gat,
picture police mad they ain't gotta picture of that,
picture me being broke, picture me smokin the sack,
picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap,
picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
to my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a gat, you's a target jack,
hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, Holla back,
50 Cent, too much Hennee, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you too, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you too, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
Ha-ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you write me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
Up in the Mondreon,
Ha-ha-ha
riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know, to one of Em's joints and shit,
Ha-ha
ya heard, I got places to go man,
you know, Shady/Aftermath,
we fit to start printin money,
puttin our faces on this motherfuckin bills and shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,aint shit u can do about it!
 lyrics submitted by shellz |
