เนื้อเพลง Places to Go - Eminem

(50 Cent saying)

yeah

Shady (echo)
aftermath (echo)
G-U G-Unit Unit (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 f*ckin 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,
motherf*ckers 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 b*tch, 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 n*gga 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 b*tch in the morn,
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words,
In the hood they feel my sh*t...
(break-it down...)

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting sh*t, 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, sh*t, 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 p*ssy, 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 n*gga
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 n*gga,
or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
riding down 8 Mile road,
you know for one of them en-joints and sh*t,
Ha ha
ya heard, I got place to go man,
you know, shady aftermath,
we finished our print money,
puttin our faces on this motherf*ckin bill thug sh*t,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
aint seem to be doing much...