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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 warnin' you, do not me
run up and squeeze
And put a in you, hole in you

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

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be
Your should be stressin', I'm gonna fuckin' you a lesson
MAC 101's in session and lace the track I'm blessin'
and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing
(Goddamn)

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

At first you fail, try, try, try, try
I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I it, its crazy
You love it, it, you like it, I live it, its shady
Aftermath in ass bitch, if it's not a classic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ha ha, man I going to jail
Not even to visit a
You want to holla at me you me
Matter a fact, you gotta it to Sunset Boulevard

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

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

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