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 do, 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 do, 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 testing,
your should be stressin I’m gonna f**in teach you a lesson,
RAP 101’s in session Em lace 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 hoe’s a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i’m back at it again,
motherf**ers 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 that, I live it, its Shady,
aftermath in your a** b**h, if its not a cla**ic,
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, cock-it and get blasted,
run n***a 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 do, 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 do, not tempt me,
I’ll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
There is a genie in that bottle of that Don Perignon
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 sh**…
(break-it down!)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat
Picture me starting sh**, picture me busting my gat,
picture police mad they aint 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, sh**, picture that,
where I’m from its a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack,
hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that p**y, holla back
50 Cent, too much henny, 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 do, 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 do, 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 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-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 sh**,
Ha-ha
ya heard, I got place to go man,
you know, Shady/Aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin’ our faces on this motherf**in bill thug sh**,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
ain’t seem to be doing much…