Clika One - Places to Go lyrics

Chorus: G Money I got people to see (People to see) Got places to go (Places to go) A hustler fa' sho (A hustler fa' sho) And to f** it on the low (It on the low) Can't you see I'm a G (See I'm a G) I've been working these streets (Working these streets) I'm stackin' my cheese (I'm stackin' my cheese) Ch-ching, all I can see (All I can see) (Verse 1) [Don Cisco] Man, I'm a Cadillac dip, skip Daddy's home back, with it Frisco Mac and Mac Dre, so get a backwood and split it Oh yes At our best, prime time And finesse the game, dipped in bu*ter Now we shine Comin' with that vintage rap, Don Ciscalino G.P.I. hash and Cisco, C-note My rap goes like rich gain, slammin' dominoes Blues on my shoulders, should I k** 'em? [Kurupt] Get the calico [Don Cisco] My own mama knows, I put that on seek Cous' even got proof, of the truth, all you know I'm a lead us If you look at hearts of many, find rhyme and reason But only ya mind and soul control who you believin' So me and Jesus do our thang, keep on breathin' Ain't trippin' off haters, got too many places to be in Now, what I'm seein' Some people got two faces Not Korean, but bet you talk Chinese Stuck in these fake cases Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Kurupt] Gotti shake quakes, I spread headaches I'm sick Mobile leukemia Verbal sickle cell Fresh from a cell Fresh out my shell Waste full of shells Fresh out the spot Rave parking lots Prey parking lots Got my hecklin' Conch out the Bach's In and out the box Let me tell you what the f** I talk about, shots Infect the blocks We serve infections Click One, Don Ciscone, my homies I am fury I am the pure Gotti Adolf Hitler, what can I do for ya? He don't wanna f** with the young hog, n***a Let it spark, get chipped, like (???), n***a I got an example to set In that black Monte Carlo, n***a All purple and wet I Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Brown] Yeah I'm on the move, ain't no time for sleep I'm a go and get this money til I'm R.I.P I got, people to feed, I got people to see And I been had credit since I got my first P G.P.I. Click spittin' this heat Brown still Gangsta Pimpin', dippin' these streets I split the cigarello fill in the beat Let it burn Like them heaters when them Click One gangstas beef I see ya later, hater I see ya grindin' teeth Got a show, I gotta go, yo, I'm stackin' my cheese I ain't got time for hate, jealous guys, I shake Now watch how I flip them lines like them rhymes was weight Look at my face Brown skin, bald-headed, rhyme from the pen I'm calm-headed, but I'm raw with the pen Keep it real for my homies that are still in the pen Hold it down, I'm a see you when you back in the Sin Repeat Chorus [Verse 4: Romero] Went from the most underrated, to most highly anticipated From (???), Cali to Vegas, it's Gangsta Pimpin' Incorporated Grippin' and runnin', pushin' weight like a sumo Romero el mero mero from the Click to the uno Blowin' out, flew out the sunroof, bending the block I'm (???) traction off the track, so I could never fall off See me shinin' this year, the sun kissed the floor God handed us the keys, but still, we kicked in the door I guess our motherf**in' high went from birds to the plane Like a 747, 'bout to crash in the game Let's destroy and rebuild, and kick them busters out My big homie Gotti got his shotgun on your mouth BLAOW! Blow your brains back backwards Twisted up like them backwoods, act up and get clapped up Got places to go Got fedi' to stack up You ready or not You motherf**ers best back up Repeat Chorus