[Intro]
Yeah
Shady....
Aftermath.....
G-UNIT!!
[Hook]
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 and squeeze it, put a hole in you
[Verse 1]
You mistaking me for somebody that you should be testin'
You should be stressing, I'm fitting to fucking teach you a lesson
Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin'
Smith and Wesson's the weapon in case you was guessin'
Capping 'em, kept in my Benz, hot beginning to end
Watch the 22's spin, my hoes they perfect ten
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
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, bastard
When measures get drastic, Glocks made out of plastic
Cock it, aim it, blast it, run nigga, now stash it
[Hook]
[Bridge]
If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon
I'mma drink til I get to that bitch
Em and Dre gonna introduce me to the 'burbs
They gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my shit
(Break it down)
[Verse 2]
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat
Picture police mad they ain't got a 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's 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, you's a target, Jack
Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
[Hook]
[Outro]
Man, I ain't' going to jail, not even to visit a nigga
You wanna holler at me you write me
Matter of fact you gotta send it to Sunset Blvd up in the Mondrian
Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's, nigga
Oh, matter fact, I might be in Detroit riding down 8 Mile Road
You know, in one of Em's joints and shit, you heard?
I got places to go man, you know
Shady Aftermath, we fitting to start printing money
Putting Em's faces on these motherfucking bills, shit
Ain't shit you can do about it
