Eminem - Places To Go lyrics

by 50 Cent (50 Cent saying) 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 warnin 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, your should be stressin I'm gonna f**in teach you a lesson, RAP 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin, smith and wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damh (Echo)) 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 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**h, if its not a cla**ic, When it's done, we trash it, flo I got it mastered, stop and get your a** kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic, glock made out of plastic, co*k-it ,aim it blast it, run n***a 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**h in the morn, Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words, In the hood they feel my sh**... (break-it down...) Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat Picture me starting sh**, picture me busting my gat, picture police man Dan 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, sh**, 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**y, crew are back, 50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm out'ta here CHORUS (50 Cent Saying) Ha ha Man I aint going to jail Not even to visit a n***a 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 Farrari's n***a, or matter a fact I might be in Detroit, riding down 8 Mile road, you know for one of them en-joints and sh**, Ha ha ya heard, I got places to go man, you know, shady aftermath, we finished our print money, puttin our faces on this motherf**in bill thug sh**, Ha ha ha ha ha, aint seem to be doing much...