Yeah G-Unit 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 testin, I'm gonna F***in teach you a lesson RAP 101's in session EM laced the track that I'm blessin Smith and wessons', 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 it, I live it, its Shady Aftermath in your a** b****, if its not a cla**ic When it's done,we trash it, flow I got it mastered Stunt and get your a** kicked Bastered, when measures get drastic Crocs made out of plastic, c***-it aim and blast it Run n**** 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-pari'on I'm a drink till I get to that b**** in the morn Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words In the hood they feel my s***... (break-it down!) Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat Picture me starting s***, picture me busting my gat Picture police made they ain't 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, s***, 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****, 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 ain't going to jail Not even to visit a n**** 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**** Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit Riding down 8 Mile road You know, for one of them en-joints and s*** 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 s*** Ha ha ha ha ha Ain't seem to be doing much...