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places to go - fifty cent lyrics

yeah

shady
aftermath
g-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

you mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,
your should be stressin i’m gonna f-ckin teach you a lesson,
rap 101’s in session em lace the track that i’m blessin,
smith and wesson’s, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (god damhn)
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,
motherf-ckers 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 -ss b-tch, if it’s not a cl-ssic,
when it’s dumped, trash it, so i got it mastered,
stop and get your -ss kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, c-ck-it and get blasted,
run n-gg- 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 perignon
i’m a drink till i get to that b-tch in the morn,
introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words,
in the hood they feel my sh-t…
(break-it down!)

picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat
picture me starting sh-t, picture me busting my gat,
picture police mad they aint 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 bas-m-nt to live, sh-t, 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 p-ssy, holla back
50 cent, too much henny, man i’m bent, i’m outta 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 aint going to jail
not even to visit a n-gg-
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 farrari’s n-gg-,
or matter a fact i might be in detroit,
riding down 8 mile road,
you know, for one of them en-joints and sh-t,
ha-ha
ya heard, i got place to go man,
you know, shady/aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin’ our faces on this motherf-ckin bill thug sh-t,
ha ha ha ha ha,
ain’t seem to be doing much…

- fifty cent lyrics

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