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50 cent – places to go 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-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, these straight busters kept-in, kept-in
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-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 its not a cl-ssic
when it’s dumped, trash it, so i got it mastered
stop and get your -ss kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic
glock made out of plastic, c-ck-it and get blasted
run n-gg- and stash it

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

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 gat, 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 outta here

ha-ha
man i aint 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-ha
riding around in one of dre’s farrari’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

- 50 cent lyrics

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