(50 Cent saying)

Yeah

Shady (echo)
Aftermath (echo)
G-you G-Unit Unit (Echo)

Chorus

I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

(Repeat)

Verse 1
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
Your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,
Mac 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin,
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damh (Echo))
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
Watch the 22 spin, my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again,
Motherfuckers they thought I would'nt 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, it's crazy,
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, it's shady,
Aftermath in your a** b***h, if it's not a classic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
Stop and get your a** kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
Glock made out of plastic, c***-it and get blasted, run n***a and stash it...

Chorus

Verse 2
There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on,
I'm a drink till I get to that b***h in the morn,
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my s**t...
(break-it down...)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting s**t, picture me busting my gat,
Picture police man Dan gotta picture of that,
Picture me being broke, picture me smokin a 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, s**t, picture that,
Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back,
You wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack,
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that p***y, crew are back,
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm out'ta here

Chorus

(50 Cent Saying)
Ha ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a n***a
You want to holla at me you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
Ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's n***a,
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
Riding down 8 Mile road,
You know for one of them en-joints and s**t,
Ha ha
Ya heard, I got place to go man,
You know, shady aftermath,
We finished our print money,
Puttin our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug s**t,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
Aint seem to be doing much...
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Places To Go Lyrics

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