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

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

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

These straight kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's
Watch the twenty-two spin, my a perfect ten
I got shot up but I got up and I'm at it again
they thought 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, I spit 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 get drastic
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 in you, hole in you

There is a genie in that bottle of that
I'm a till I get to that bitch in the morn
Introduce me to the booth they listen to my words
In the they feel my shit
(Break it down)

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

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

You wear a vest a deck, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, 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, the place for me
I'm warnin' you, do not me
run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, in you

Ha ha, man I ain't to jail
Not even to a nigga
You want to holla at me you me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Boulevard

In Montreal, ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre's nigga
Or matter a I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 road
You know for one of them and shit

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

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