50 Cent Places 2 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 f___ing 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 d___)
            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,
            m_________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, it's crazy,
            You love it, admit it, you like that, I live it, it's Shady,
            Aftermath in your a__ b____, if it's not a classic,
            When it's dumped, 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 (x2)]
        
            There is a genie in that bottle of that Don Perignon
            I'm a drink till I get to that b____ Em and Dre gon',
            Introduce me to the burbs they gonna listen to my words,
            In the hood they feel my s___...
            (break-it down!)
        
            Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat
            Picture me starting s___, 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, s___, 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 p____, 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 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 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_________ing bill thug s___,
            Ha ha ha ha ha,
            Ain't seem to be doing much...
        
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