50 Cent, Eminem, G-Unit - Places To Go lyrics

rate me

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