[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]. 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. [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 stack. 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]. 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. [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