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Yeah, Shady,
G-U G-Unit,

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 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
run up and squeeze
And put a in you, hole in you

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

These busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in 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 thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends

At you fail, try, try, try, try again
I'm the best you get it, forget 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, and get blasted
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
I'll run up and
And put a hole in you, in you

There is a genie in that of that Don-Pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to bitch in the morn
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, picture me my gat
Picture police man Dan picture of that
Picture me broke, picture me smokin' a sack

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

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

I got to go, I got people 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 to visit a nigga
You to holla at me you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta it to Sunset Boulevard

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga
Or matter a I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 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 shit

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