Places To Go Lyrics - Singles - 50 Cent

Yeah 

Shady... 

Aftermath... 

G-UNIT! 

I got places to go, got people to see 

The penitentiary ain't the place for me 

I'm warning you, do not tempt me 

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a hole in ya, hole in ya 

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a hole in ya, hole in ya 

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You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin' 

You should be stressin', I'm finna' fucking teach you a lesson 

Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin 

Smith and Wesson's the weapon in case you was guessin', escape lesson 

Caps in my benz, I'm beginning to end 

Watch the 22 spin, My hoes a perfect ten 

I got shot but I got up and I'm back at it again 

Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn't win but tend 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 it's crazy 

You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, it's shady 

Aftermath in your ass bitch! 

If it's not a classic, when it's done we trash it 

Flow I got it mastered 

Stunt and get yo' ass kicked, bastard 

When messes get drastic 

Crock's made out of plastic 

Cock and aim it blast it! 

Run nigga, now stash shit! 

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I got places to go, got people to see 

The penitentiary ain't the place for me 

I'm warning you, do not tempt me 

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a hole in ya, hole in ya 

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a hole in ya, hole in ya 

If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon 

Imma drink til I get to that bitch 

Em and Dre gonna Introduce me to the burbs, they gonna listen to my words 

In the hood they feel my shit? Break it down! 

Picture a perfect picture 

Picture me in a pimp hat 

Picture me starting shit 

Picture me busting my gat 

Picture police mad dey ain't got a picture of that 

Picture me being broke 

Picture me smoking them stacks 

Picture me coming up 

Picture me rich from rap 

Picture me blowing up 

Now picture me going back 

To my momma basement to live, shit 

Picture that! 

Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch yo' pact 

You wear a vest without gat, you's a target jack 

Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack 

Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back 

50 cent, too much henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here! 

I got places to go, got people to see 

The penitentiary ain't the place for me 

I'm warning you, do not tempt me 

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a hole in ya, hole in ya 

I'll run up and squeeze it, put a hole in ya, hole in ya 

Ha ha, man I aint' going to jail, not even to visit a nigga 

You wanna holla at me, you write me 

Matta fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Blvd up in the Montreal 

Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga 

Oh matter fact, I might be in Detroit, riding around 8 mile road 

You know, in one of Em's joints and shit, ya heard 

I got places to go man, ya know 

Shady aftermath, we finished the printin' of money, ha ha ha 

Putting our faces on these motherfuckin' bills, shit, ha ha ha ha