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 ****' 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 (****)
These straight busters kept-in kept-in my Benz hop-in the end's Watch the twenty-two spin my ****'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 **** **** if it's not a classic
When it's dumped trash it so I got it mastered Stop and get your **** kicked **** your misses get drastic Glock made out of plastic ****-it and get blasted Run **** 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 **** in the morn Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my **** (Break it down)
Picture a perfect picture picture me in the paper Picture me starting **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit Riding down 8 Mile road You know for one of them en-joints and ****
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 ****