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Yeah, Shady,
G-U G-Unit,

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

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

You mistaken me for somebody you should be testing
Your should be stressin', I'm gonna fuckin' teach you a
MAC in session and lace the track that I'm blessin'
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you guessing
(Goddamn)

These busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's
the twenty-two spin, my hoe's a perfect ten
I got shot up but I got up and I'm at it again
they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends

At you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best don't you get it, it, when I spit it, its crazy
You it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it's not a

it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, your get drastic
Glock out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted
Run nigga and it

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

is a genie in that bottle of that Don-Pari'on
I'm a till I get to that bitch in the morn
Introduce me to the booth they gonna to my words
In the they feel my shit
(Break it down)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the
Picture me starting shit, picture me my gat
Picture police man Dan gotta of that
me being broke, picture me smokin' a sack

Picture me comin' up, picture me rich rap
Picture me up, now picture me going back
To my momma basement to live, shit, that
Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch back

You a vest without a deck, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that
Sell that pack, sell gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, Man I'm bent, I'm here

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

Ha ha, man I ain't going to
Not even to visit a
You to holla at me you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Boulevard

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga
Or a fact I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 road
You know for one of them en-joints and

Ha, ha, ya heard, I got to go man
You know, shady
We finished our money
Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin' bill shit

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ain't seem to be doing