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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 you, do not tempt me
run up and squeeze
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 warnin' you, do not me
I'll run up and
And put a in you, hole in you

You me for somebody 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 case you just
(Goddamn)

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

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 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, misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get
Run and stash it

I got places to go, I got 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 bottle of that Don-Pari'on
I'm a drink I get to that bitch in the morn
Introduce me to the they gonna listen to my words
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
Picture police man Dan gotta picture of
Picture me broke, picture me smokin' a sack

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

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

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 hole in you, in you

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

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's
Or a fact I might 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, shady
We finished our money
Puttin' our on this motherfuckin' bill thug shit

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