Текст песни 50 Cent - 8 Mile Soundtrack
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* send corrections to the typist[Intro]YeahShady...Aftermath....G-UNIT!![Chorus]I got places to go, got people to seeThe penitentiary ain`t the place for meI`m warning you to, not tempt meI`ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2)[Verse 1]You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin`You should be stressin` up in the fucking teach you a lessonRap 101`s in session, Em laced the track that I`m blessinSmith and Wesson`s the weapon in case you was guessin`, escape lessonCaps in my benze, I`m beginning to endWatch the 22 spin, My hoes a perfect tenI got shot but I got up and I`m back at it againMotherfuckers that thought I wouldn`t win but tend to be friendsAt first you fail, try, try, try, try againI`m the best don`t you get it, forget it, when I spit it its crazyYou love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its shadyAftermath in your ass bitch!If it`s not a classic, when it`s done we trash itFlow I got it masteredStunt and get yo` ass kicked, bastardWhen messes get drasticCrock`s made out of plasticCock and aim it blast it!Run nigga, now stash shit![Chorus]I got places to go, got people to seeThe penitentiary ain`t the place for meI`m warning you to, not tempt meI`ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya (whole in ya) (x2)If there`s a genie in a bottle of that Dom PerignonImma drink til I get to that bitchIntroduce me to the burbs, they gonna listen to my wordsIn the hood they feel my shit – Break it down![Verse 2]Picture a perfect picturePicture me in a pimp hatPicture me starting shitPicture me busting my gatPicture police mad dey ain`t got a picture of thatPicture me being brokePicture me smoking them stacksPicture me coming upPicture me bitch from ragsPicture me blowing upNow picture me going backTo my momma basement to live, shitPicture that!Where I`m from it`s a fact, you gotta watch yo` backYou wear a vest without gat, you`s a target jackHustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crackSell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back!50 cent, too legit, man I`m bent, I`m outta here![Chorus]I got places to go, got people to seeThe penitentiary ain`t the place for meI`m warning you to, not tempt meI`ll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2)[Outro]Ha ha, man I aint` going to jail, not even to visit a niggaYou wanna holla at me, you write meMatta fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Blvd up in the MondrealRiding around in one of Dre`s Ferrari`s niggaOh matter fact, I might be in Detroit, riding around 8 mile roadYou know, in one of Em`s joints and shit, ya heardI got places to go man, ya knowShady aftermath, we fittin` start printin` money, ha ha haPutting our faces on these motherfuckin` bills, shit, ha ha ha haAin`t shit you can do about it...