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(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
fuckin 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,
motherfuckers 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, its
crazy,
you love it, admit it, you like
it, I live it, its shady,
aftermath in your ass bitch, if
its not a classic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so
I got it mastered,
stop and get your ass 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
bitch 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 its 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 aint 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 motherfuckin
bill thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
aint seem to be doing much... |
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