Artist: 50 Cent Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack Song: Places to Go Typed by: david_shaye@hotmail.com [Intro] Yeah. Shady.... Aftermath..... G-UNIT!! [Chorus] 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 ya, (hole in ya) {*repeat 2X*} [Verse 1] You mistakin' me for somebody that you should be testin' You should be stressin' I'm fiendin' to fuckin' 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', ... (?) It's kept in my Benz, hot beginning to end Watch the 22s 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 its crazy You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its 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 yo' ass kicked, bastard When measures get drastic Crocks made out of plastic Cock it, aim it, blast it! Run nigga, now stash it! [Chorus] 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 ya (hole in ya) {*repeat 2X*} If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon Imma 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 dey 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 basement to live, shit Picture that! Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch yo' 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! [Chorus] 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 ya, hole in ya {*repeat 2X*} [Outro] Ha ha, man I aint' going to jail, not even to visit a nigga You wanna holla at me, you write me Matta fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Blvd up in the Mondreal 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, ya heard I got places to go man, ya know Shady Aftermath, we fittin' start printin' money, ha ha ha Putting our faces on these motherfuckin' bills, shit, ha ha ha ha Ain't shit you can do about it...