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Places to Go Lyrics

yeah
Shady (echo)
aftermath (echo)
G-Unit (Echo)
CHORUS
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

(Repeat)
Verse 1
you mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
you should be stressing I'm gonna f****** teach you a lesson,
MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessing,
smith and wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God d*** (Echo))
these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's,
watch the 22 spin , my hoe's they perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again,
m************ they thought I would'nt 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, its crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady,
aftermath in your a** b****, if its not a classic,
When it's dumpy, trash it, so I got it mastered,
stop and get your a** kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, c***-it and get blasted, run n**** and stash it...
CHORUS
Verse 2
There is a genie in that bottle of that Dom Perignon,
I'm a drink till I get to that b**** Em and Dre,
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my s***...
(break-it down...)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting s***, picture me busting my gat,
picture police man dey ain't gotta picture of that,
picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack,
picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap,
picture me blowin up, now picture me going back,
to my momma basement to live, s***, picture that,
where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back,
you wear a vest without a gat, you's a target jack,
hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack,
sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that p****, crew are back,
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
CHORUS
(50 Cent Saying)
Ha ha
Man I ain't going to jail
Not even to visit a n****
You want to holla at me you write me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard,
In Montreal,
Ha ha
riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's n****,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know for one of them en-joints and s***,
Ha ha
ya heard, I got place to go man,
you know, shady aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin our faces on this m*********** bill thug s***,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
ain't seem to be doing much...
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