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

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 in you, hole in you

You mistaken me for somebody that you be testing
Your should be stressin', I'm fuckin' teach you a lesson
MAC in session 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, the end's
Watch the twenty-two spin, my a perfect ten
I got up but I got up and I'm back at it again
Motherfuckers they 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 it, its crazy
You it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if not a classic

it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, your misses get
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get
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 genie in that bottle of Don-Pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the
Introduce me to the booth they gonna to my words
In the hood they feel my
(Break it down)

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

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

You wear a vest without a deck, use a jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, 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 hole in you, in you

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

In Montreal, ha ha
around in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga
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, aftermath
We finished our money
Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin' bill shit

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