50 Cent - Places To Go 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 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**in 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**ers 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 that, I live it, its Shady, aftermath in your a** b**h, if its not a cla**ic, When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered, stop and get your a** kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic, glock made out of plastic, co*k-it and get blasted, run n***a 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 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**h in the morn, Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words, In the hood they feel my sh**... (break-it down!) Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat Picture me starting sh**, 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 basement to live, sh**, picture that, where I'm from its 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**y, 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 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***a 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***a, or matter a fact I might be in Detroit, riding down 8 Mile road, you know, for one of them en-joints and sh**, 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**in bill thug sh**, Ha ha ha ha ha, ain't seem to be doing much...