(50 Cent saying)
Yeah
Shady (echo)
Aftermath (echo)
See you met you (Echo)
CHORUS
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
(Repeat)
Verse 1
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing
Your should be stressin I'm gonna f**in 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, (God Damh (Echo))
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 would'nt 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**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...
CHORUS
Verse 2
There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on
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 paper
Picture me starting sh**, 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, sh**, 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 p**y, crew are back
50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm out'ta here
CHORUS
(50 Cent Saying)
Ha ha
Man I ain't 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
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...