Lyrics: Places To Go

"Places To Go"
(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 squeeze, and put a hole in you [hole in you]

I got places to go, got people to see
The penitentiary ain't the place for me [not me nigga]
I'm warning you do not tempt me
I'll run up squeeze, and put a hole in you [hole in you]

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin'
You should be stressin', I'm finna fuckin' teach you a lesson
RAP 101's in session, Em lays the track that I'm blessing
Smith and Wesson's the weapon, in case you was guessin'
[God Damn] It's they brothers kept-in, kept-in my Benze
Hot beginnin' to end, watch the 22"s spin
My hoe's, they perfect 10
I got shot up, but I got up, and I'm back at it again
Motherfuckers that 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, it's crazy
If 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 your ass kicked, blasted
When measures get drastic, crocks made out of plastic
Cock-it, aim it, blast it ... Run nigga, I'll stash it

[Chorus (x2)]

If there's a genie in the bottle of that Dom Pérignon
Ima drink till I get to that bitch
Em and Dre gon introduce me to the burbs, they gon listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit [break it down]

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat
Picture me starting shit, picture me bustin' my gat
Picture police man ... They ain't gotta picture of that
Picture me being broke, picture me smoking a sack
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 your back
You wear a vest without a gat, yous a target jack
Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy for a fat 50 Cent
Too much Henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here

[Chorus (x2)]

Man I ain't going to jail, not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me, you write me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard
I'm in the Mondrian
Ridin' around in one of Dre's Ferraris nigga
Or matter fact I might be in Detroit, ridin' down 8 Mile road
You know ... In one of Em's joints and shit
Ya heard, I got place to go man, ya know
Shady Aftermath
We finna start printin' money
Put Em's face on these motherfucking bills and shit
Ain't shit you can do about it