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Yeah, Shady,
G-U G-Unit,

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

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

These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, the end's
the twenty-two spin, my hoe's a perfect ten
I got up but I got up and I'm back at it again
they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends

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

When dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, your misses get
Glock made out of plastic, and get blasted
Run and stash it

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

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

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

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

I got places to go, I got 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

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

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

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

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