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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 you, do not tempt me
run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, 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 in you, hole in you

You mistaken me for that you should be testing
should be stressin', I'm gonna fuckin' teach you a lesson
MAC 101's in and lace the track that 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
the twenty-two spin, my hoe's a perfect ten
I got up but I got up and I'm back at it again
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, forget it, when I spit it, its
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it's not a

it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, 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, the place for me
I'm you, do not tempt me
run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, in you

There is a genie in bottle of that 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 my shit
(Break it down)

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

Picture me comin' up, picture me rich 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 back

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

I got to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, the place for me
I'm you, do not tempt me
run up and squeeze
And put a in you, hole in you

Ha ha, man I ain't to jail
Not even to visit a
You want to holla at me you me
a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre's nigga
Or matter a I might be in Detroit
Riding 8 Mile 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 money
Puttin' our faces on this bill thug shit

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