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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 in you, hole in you

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

You mistaken me for somebody you should be testing
Your should be stressin', I'm gonna fuckin' you a lesson
MAC 101's in and lace the track that I'm blessin'
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just
(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 at it again
Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got places to go, I got 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

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 it to Sunset Boulevard

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

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

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