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Yeah, Shady,
G-U G-Unit,

I got to go, I got people 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

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 in you, hole in you

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

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

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

When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it
and get your ass kicked, bastard, your misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get
Run and stash it

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 hole in you, in you

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

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

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

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

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

Ha ha, man I ain't to jail
Not to visit a nigga
You to holla at me you wright me
a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding around in one of 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
our faces on this motherfuckin' bill thug shit

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, seem to be doing much