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

These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, the end's
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, to be friends

At first you fail, try, try, try, try
I'm the best you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy
You love it, admit it, you like it, I it, its shady
in your ass bitch, if it's not a classic

When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get
Run nigga and it

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

There is a genie in that bottle of that
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 perfect picture, me in the paper
Picture me starting shit, me busting my gat
Picture police man Dan gotta of that
Picture me being broke, picture me 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, that
I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back

You wear a without a deck, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, that crack
Sell that pack, sell 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 you, do not tempt me
I'll run up and
And put a in you, hole in you

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

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga
Or a fact I might be in Detroit
down 8 Mile road
You for one of them en-joints and shit

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

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