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Yeah, Shady,
G-U G-Unit,

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

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

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

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

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

When 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 and stash it

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 hole in you, in you

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

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

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

You wear a vest a deck, use a target jack
hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are
50 Cent, too much spent?, Man I'm bent, I'm out'ta

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

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

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

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

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