Song Lyrics

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

Curtis James Jackson, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto