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Yeah, Shady,
G-U G-Unit,

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

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 hole in you, in you

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

These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the
Watch the spin, my hoe's 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 best don't you get it, forget it, 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 ass kicked, bastard, your misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, and get blasted
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
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 till I get to bitch in the morn
me to the booth they gonna listen to my words
In the they feel my shit
(Break it down)

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

Picture me comin' up, me rich from rap
me blowin' up, now picture me going back
To my basement 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 target
hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, Man I'm bent, I'm out'ta

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

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

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga
Or a fact I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 Mile
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
Puttin' our on this motherfuckin' bill thug shit

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