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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 hole in you, in you

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

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 case you 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 they thought I wouldn't win, to be friends

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

it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get ass kicked, bastard, your misses get drastic
made 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 you, do not tempt 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 drink till I get to that bitch in the
Introduce me to the booth gonna listen to my words
In the hood they my shit
(Break it down)

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

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

You wear a vest without a deck, use a jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, 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 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 nigga
Or matter a fact I be in Detroit
down 8 Mile road
You know for one of them and shit

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

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