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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 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 me for somebody that you should be testing
Your 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 just
(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 at it again
Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn't win, 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
in your ass bitch, if it's not a classic

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

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

There is a in that bottle of that Don-Pari'on
I'm a till I get to that bitch in the morn
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my
In the hood they feel my
(Break it down)

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

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

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

I got to go, I got people 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

Ha ha, man I ain't going to
Not even to visit a
You want to at me you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset

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

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

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