Places to Go

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 M-A-C one-oh-one's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin' Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, these straight busters kept-in, kept-in Watch the twenty-two spin , my hoe's a perfect ten 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 classic 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, c***-it and get blasted 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*** Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper Picture me starting s***, 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, 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 Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that p****, crew are back Fifty Cent, too much spent, 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