50 Cent - Places to go - soundtrack version lyrics

(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...