Places To Go lyrics Lyrics

Song Lyrics Places To 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 fucking 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 damn) 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, 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, it s crazy, You love it, admit it, you like that, I live it, it s 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, bastered, your misses get drastic, Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, Run nigga 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 bitch Em and Dre gon , Introduce me to the burbs they gonna listen to my words, In the hood they feel my shit... (break-it down!) Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat Picture me starting shit, 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, shit, 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 pussy, 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 nigga 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 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 motherfucking bill thug shit, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ain t seem to be doing much... Song Lyrics