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

straight 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 back at it
they 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 love it, 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 your ass kicked, bastard, your get drastic
made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted
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
run up and squeeze
And put a in you, hole in you

There is a genie in that bottle of Don-Pari'on
I'm a drink 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)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the
Picture me starting shit, me busting my gat
Picture police man Dan gotta picture of
me being 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 to live, shit, picture that
Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your

You wear a vest a deck, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell dope, sell that 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 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

Ha ha, man I ain't to jail
Not even to visit a
You want to holla at me you me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to 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 know for one of en-joints and shit

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

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