Places To Go Lyric 8 Mile 8 MILE SOUNDTRACK

(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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