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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 you, do not tempt me
I'll run up and
And put a in you, hole 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 in you, hole in you

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

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

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

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

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 hole in you, 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 they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my
(Break it down)

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

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

You wear a without a deck, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are
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 warnin' you, do not me
run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, in you

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

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding around in one of Ferrari's nigga
Or matter a fact I might be in
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 doing