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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 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, ain't the for me
I'm warnin' you, do not me
run up and squeeze
And put a in you, hole in you

You mistaken me for that you should be testing
Your be stressin', I'm gonna fuckin' teach you a lesson
MAC 101's in session and lace the track 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 twenty-two spin, my hoe's a ten
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it
Motherfuckers thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends

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

When it's dumped, it, so I got it mastered
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 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

There is a genie in that bottle of that
I'm a till I get to that bitch in the morn
me to the booth 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 man Dan gotta picture of that
Picture me being broke, picture me smokin' a

Picture me up, picture me rich from rap
Picture me blowin' up, now picture me back
To my momma to live, shit, picture that
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 crack
Sell pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, Man I'm bent, I'm here

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 ain't to jail
Not even to a nigga
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 a fact I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 road
You for one of them en-joints and shit

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

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