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Places To Go lyrics
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Chorus (x2):]
I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain t the place for me,
I m warning you do, not tempt me,
I ll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
You should be stressing I m gonna fucking teach you a lesson,
RAP 101 s in session Em lace the track that I m blessing,
Smith and Wesson s, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (god damn)
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end s,
Watch the 22 spin, my hoe s a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and I m back at it again,
Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn t win, pretend to be friends,
At first you fail, try, try, try, try again,
I m the best - don t you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, it s crazy,
You love it, admit it, you like that, I live it, it s Shady,
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it s not a classic,
When it s dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted,
Run nigga and stash it...
[Chorus (x2)]
There is a genie in that bottle of that Don Perignon
I m a drink till I get to that bitch Em and Dre gon ,
Introduce me to the burbs they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my shit...
(break-it down!)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
Picture police mad they ain t gotta picture of that,
Picture me being broke, picture me smoking a sack,
Picture me coming up, picture me rich from rap,
Picture me blowing up, now picture me going back,
To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that,
Where I m from it s a fact, you gotta watch your back,
You wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack,
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back
50 Cent, too much henny, man I m bent, I m outta here
[Chorus (x2)]
Ha-ha
Man I ain t going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
Ha-ha-ha
Riding around in one of Dre s Ferrari s nigga,
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
Riding down 8 Mile road,
You know, for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha-ha
Ya heard, I got place to go man,
You know, Shady / Aftermath,
We finished our print money,
Puttin our faces on this motherfucking bill thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
Ain t seem to be doing much...
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