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50 Cent ~ Places to Go
| [Intro] Yeah Shady... Aftermath.... G-UNIT!! [Chorus] I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warning you to, not tempt me I'll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2) [Verse 1] You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin' You should be stressin' up in the fucking teach you a lesson Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin Smith and Wesson's the weapon in case you was guessin', escape lesson Caps in my benze, I'm beginning to end Watch the 22 spin, My hoes a perfect ten I got shot but I got up and I'm back at it again Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn't win but tend 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 its crazy You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its shady Aftermath in your ass bitch! If it's not a classic, when it's done we trash it Flow I got it mastered Stunt and get yo' ass kicked, bastard When messes get drastic Crock's made out of plastic Cock and aim it blast it! Run nigga, now stash shit! [Chorus] I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warning you to, not tempt me I'll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya (whole in ya) (x2) If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon I'mma drink til I get to that bitch Introduce me to the burbs, they gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my shit – Break it down! [Verse 2] Picture a perfect picture Picture me in a pimp hat Picture me starting shit Picture me busting my gat Picture police mad dey ain't got a picture of that Picture me being broke Picture me smoking them stacks Picture me coming up Picture me bitch from rags 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 yo' back You wear a vest without gat, you's a target jack Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back! 50 cent, too legit, man I'm bent, I'm outta here! [Chorus] I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warning you to, not tempt me I'll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2) [Outro] Ha ha, man I aint' going to jail, not even to visit a nigga You wanna holla at me, you write me Matta fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Blvd up in the Mondreal Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga Oh matter fact, I might be in Detroit, riding around 8 mile road You know, in one of Em's joints and shit, ya heard I got places to go man, ya know Shady aftermath, we fittin' start printin' money, ha ha ha Putting our faces on these motherfuckin' bills, shit, ha ha ha ha Ain't shit you can do about it... more free lyrics |