Places To Go lyrics

Artist  : Eminem 
Song : Places To Go
 
By 50 cent

(50 cent saying)

Yeah

Shady (echo)
Aftermath (echo)
See you met you (echo)

Chorus

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

(repeat)

Verse 1
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be
testing,
Your should be stressin I’m gonna f**kin 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, (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**kers 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, it’s crazy,
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it,
it’s shady,
Aftermath in your as* bit*h, if it’s not a
classic,
When it’s dumped, trash it, so I got it
mastered,
Stop and get your as* kicked, bastered, your
misses get drastic,
Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get
blasted, run nigga and stash it...

Chorus

Verse 2
There is a genie in that bottle of that
don-pari’on,
I’m a drink till I get to that bit*h in the
morn,
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my
words,
In the hood they feel my shit...
(break-it down...)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the
paper
Picture me starting shit, 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, shit, picture
that,
Where I’m from it’s a fact, you gotta watch
your back,
You wear a vest without a deck, use a target
jack,
Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell
that crack,
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy,
crew are back,
50 cent, too much spent? , man I’m bent, I’m
out’ta here

Chorus

(50 cent saying)
Ha ha
Man I ain’t going to jail
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to holla at me you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to sunset
boulevard,
In montreal,
Ha ha
Riding around in one of dre’s farrari’s
nigga,
Or matter a fact I might be in detroit,
Riding down 8 mile road,
You know for one of them en-joints and shit,
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**kin bill thug
shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
Aint seem to be doing much...