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Eminem - Places To Go lyrics

by 50 Cent

(50 Cent saying)


Shady (echo)
aftermath (echo)
G-UNIT (Echo)


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


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,
RAP 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin,
smith and wesson'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 done, we trash it, flo I got it mastered,
stop and get your a** kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic,
glock made out of plastic, cock-it ,aim it blast it, run n***a and stash it...


Verse 2
There is a genie in that bottle of that dom perignon,
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,
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In the hood they feel my sh**...
(break-it down...)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat
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 gat, 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


(50 Cent Saying)
Ha ha
Man I aint going to jail
Not even to visit a n***a
You want to holla at me you write 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 places 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,
aint seem to be doing much...

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