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lirik lagu 50 cent eminem g unit – places to go

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yeah, shady, aftermath
g-u g-unit, 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-ckin’ 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
(godd-mn)

these straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end’s
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-ckers 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 -ss b-tch, if it’s not a cl-ssic

when it’s dumped, trash it, so i got it mastered
stop and get your -ss kicked, b-st-rd, your misses get drastic
glock made out of plastic, c-ck-it and get blasted
run n-gg- 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

there is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari’on
i’m a drink till i get to that b-tch in the morn
introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words
in the hood they feel my sh-t
(break it down)

picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
picture me starting sh-t, 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 bas-m-nt to live, sh-t, 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-ssy, crew are back
50 cent, too much spent?, man i’m bent, i’m out’ta 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

ha ha, man i ain’t going to jail
not even to visit a n-gg-
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 ferrari’s n-gg-
or matter a fact i might be in detroit
riding down 8 mile road
you know for one of them en-joints and sh-t

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-ckin’ bill thug sh-t

ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ain’t seem to be doing much