Places to Go Lyrics

Yeah, Shady, aftermath G-U G-Unit, 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 stressin', I'm gonna fuckin' teach you a lesson MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin' Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing (Goddamn)
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's Watch the twenty-two spin, my hoe's a perfect ten I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again Motherfuckers 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 ass bitch, if it's not a classic
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered Stop and get your ass kicked, bastard, your misses get drastic Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted Run nigga 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
There is a genie in that bottle of that Don-Pari'on I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my shit (Break it down)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper Picture me starting shit, 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, shit, picture that Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back
You wear a vest without a deck, use a target jack Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back 50 Cent, too much spent?, Man I'm bent, I'm out'ta 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
Ha ha, man I ain't going to jail Not even to visit a nigga You want to holla at me you wright me Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard
In Montreal, ha ha Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit Riding down 8 Mile road You know for one of them en-joints and shit
Ha, ha, ya heard, I got place to go man You know, shady aftermath We finished our print money Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin' bill thug shit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ain't seem to be doing much