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8 Mile
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Places to Go
Lyricist:Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto
Yeah Shady Aftermath G Unit
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 testin' Your should be stressin' up, I'm gonna fuckin' teach you a lesson Mac 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin' Smith and Wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing (God damn) These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's Watch the 22 spin , my hoe's they perfect 10 I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again
Motherfuckers 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, 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 dumped we trash it, so I got it mastered Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, when measures get drastic Glock made out of plastic, cock-it aim it blast it, run nigga I'll stash it
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
There is a Genie in that bottle of that Dom Perignon I'm a drink till I get to that bitch 'em and dre Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 the paper Picture me startin' shit, picture me bustin' my gat Picture police man they ain't gotta picture of that Picture me bein' broke, picture me smokin' a sack Picture me comin' up, picture me rich from rap Picture me blowin' up, now picture me goin' 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 gatt, you'se 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 outta here
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
Ha-ha Man I ain't goin' 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-ha Ridin' 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 Ain,t shit you can do 'bout it
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