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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
I'll run up and
And put a hole in you, in you

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

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

These straight kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's
Watch the twenty-two spin, my hoe's a 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 you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy
You love it, admit it, you it, I live it, its shady
Aftermath in ass bitch, if it's not a classic

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

I got to go, I got people 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

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

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

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

You wear a without 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 to visit a nigga
You to holla at me you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre'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