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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 in you, hole 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
I'll run up and
And put a hole in you, 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 session and lace the track that I'm
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you guessing
(Goddamn)

These straight busters kept-in, my Benz, hop-in the end's
Watch the spin, my hoe's a perfect ten
I got up but I got up and I'm back at it again
Motherfuckers they thought I 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 ass bitch, if it's not a classic

When it's dumped, 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

is a genie 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 feel my
(Break it down)

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

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

You wear a vest without a deck, use a target
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell pussy, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, Man I'm bent, I'm out'ta

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 in you, hole in you

Ha ha, man I going to jail
Not to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me you me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's
Or matter a fact I be in Detroit
Riding 8 Mile road
You know for one of them and shit

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

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