Yeah
G-Unit
Aftermath
G-Unit
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin 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
Your should be testin, I'm gonna
F***in teach you a lesson
RAP 101's in session EM laced the track that I'm blessin
Smith and wessons', the weapon, in case
You just guessing, (God Damhn)
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
Motherf***ers 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, its crazy
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady
Aftermath in your a** b****, if its not a cla**ic
When it's done,we trash it, flow I got it mastered
Stunt and get your a** kicked
Bastered, when measures get drastic
Crocs made out of plastic, c***-it aim and blast it
Run n**** and stash it...
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to that b**** in the morn
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 a pimp hat
Picture me starting s***, picture me busting my gat
Picture police made they 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, use a target jack
Hastle hard, money stack, sell
That dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell
That p****, holla back
50 Cent, too much henny?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
Ha-ha
Man I ain't going to jail
Not even to visit a n****
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 Farrari'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 motherf***in bill thug s***
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't seem to be doing much...