Текст песни Eminem - Places to Go
Eminem - Places to Go слова песни
By 50 cent(50 cent saying)YeahShady (echo)Aftermath (echo)See you met you (echo)ChorusI got places to go, I got people to see,The penitentiary, aint the place for me,Im warnin you do, not tempt me,Ill run up and squeezeAnd put a hole in you, hole in you(repeat)Verse 1You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing,Your should be stressin Im gonna fuckin teach you a lesson,Mac 101s in session and lace the track that Im blessin,Smith and westerns, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God damh (echo))These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the ends,Watch the 22 spin , my hoes a perfect 10I got shot up but I got up and Im back at it again,Motherfuckers they thought I wouldnt win, pretend to be friends,At first you fail, try, try, try, try again,Im the best dont 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 its 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...ChorusVerse 2There is a genie in that bottle of that don-parion,Im 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 paperPicture 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 Im 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 Im bent, Im outta hereChorus(50 cent saying)Ha haMan I aint going to jailNot even to visit a niggaYou want to holla at me you wright me,Matter a fact, you gotta send it to sunset boulevard,In montreal,Ha haRiding around in one of dres farraris 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 haYa 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...