50 CENT

50 CENT - Places To Go Lyrics lyrics

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from 8 Mile soundtrack

[Intro]

Yeah

Shady...

Aftermath....

G-UNIT!!

[Chorus]

I got places to go, got people to see

The penitentiary ain't the place for me

I'm warning you to, not tempt me

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2)

[Verse 1]

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin'

You should be stressin' up in the fucking teach you a lesson

Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin

Smith and Wesson's the weapon in case you was guessin', escape lesson

Caps in my benze, I'm beginning to end

Watch the 22 spin, My hoes a perfect ten

I got shot but I got up and I'm back at it again

Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn't win but tend 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 that I live it, its shady

Aftermath in your ass bitch!

If it's not a classic, when it's done we trash it

Flow I got it mastered

Stunt and get yo' ass kicked, bastard

When messes get drastic

Crock's made out of plastic

Cock and aim it blast it!

Run nigga, now stash shit!

[Chorus]

I got places to go, got people to see

The penitentiary ain't the place for me

I'm warning you to, not tempt me

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya (whole in ya) (x2)

If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon

Imma drink til I get to that bitch

Introduce me to the burbs, they gonna listen to my words

In the hood they feel my shit ?Break it down!

[Verse 2]

Picture a perfect picture

Picture me in a pimp hat

Picture me starting shit

Picture me busting my gat

Picture police mad dey ain't got a picture of that

Picture me being broke

Picture me smoking them stacks

Picture me coming up

Picture me bitch from rags

Picture me blowing up

Now picture me going back

To my momma basement to live, shit

Picture that!

Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch yo' back

You wear a vest without gat, you's a target jack

Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack

Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back!

50 cent, too legit, man I'm bent, I'm outta here!

[Chorus]

I got places to go, got people to see

The penitentiary ain't the place for me

I'm warning you to, not tempt me

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2)

[Outro]

Ha ha, man I aint' going to jail, not even to visit a nigga

You wanna holla at me, you write me

Matta fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Blvd up in the Mondreal

Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga

Oh matter fact, I might be in Detroit, riding around 8 mile road

You know, in one of Em's joints and shit, ya heard

I got places to go man, ya know

Shady aftermath, we fittin' start printin' money, ha ha ha

Putting our faces on these motherfuckin' bills, shit, ha ha ha ha

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