[Intro: 50 Cent]

Yeah, Shady

Aftermath

G-Unit!

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]

I got places to go (Uh-uh), got people to see (Yeah)

The penitentiary ain't the place for me (No)

I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me

I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you (Come on!)

I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)

The penitentiary ain't the place for me (Not me, nigga)

I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me

I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you (50!)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent & Eminem]

You mistakin' me for somebody that you should be testin'

You should be stressin', I'm finna fuckin' teach you a lesson (Yeah)

Rap 101's in session, Em laced the track that I'm blessin'

Smith & Wesson's the weapon in case you was guessin', escape lesson (God, damn!)

Cappin' 'em, kept in my Benz, hot beginnin' to end (Woo!)

Watch the 22's spin, my hoes they perfect ten (Come on!)

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 yo' ass, bitch

If it's not a classic, when it's done we trash it

Flow I got it mastered, stunt and get yo' ass kicked, bastard (Yeah)

When measures get drastic, Glocks made out of plastic

Cock it, aim it, blast it, run nigga, now stash it (Come on!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)

The penitentiary ain't the place for me

I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me

I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you

I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)

The penitentiary ain't the place for me

I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me

I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]

If there's a genie in a bottle of that Dom Perignon

I'ma drink 'til I get to that bitch (Come on!)

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: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in a pimp hat

Picture me startin' shit (Uh-uh), picture me bustin' my gat

Picture police mad, they ain't got a picture of that

Picture me bein' broke, picture me smokin' a stack (Aw, shit!)

Picture me comin' up, picture me rich from rap (Uh-uh)

Picture me blowin' up, now picture me goin' back (Woo!)

To my momma 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 (Uh-uh)

Hustle hard, money stack (Woo!), sell that dope, sell that crack (Come on!)

Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back (Yeah, yeah)

50 Cent, too much Henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)

The penitentiary ain't the place for me

I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me

I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you

I got places to go, got people to see (Yeah)

The penitentiary ain't the place for me

I'm warnin' you, do not tempt me

I'll run up, squeeze and put a hole in you

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Ha-ha, man, I ain't' goin' 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 Boulevard up in the Mondrian (Ha-ha-ha)

Ridin' 'round in one of Dre's Ferraris, nigga

Oh, matter of fact, I might be in Detroit ridin' down 8 Mile Road

You know, to one of Em's joints and shit (Ha-ha)

Ya heard? I got places to go, man, you know

Shady/Aftermath, we finna start printin' money (He-he-he-he)

Puttin' Em's face on these motherfuckin' bills, shit (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

Ain't shit you can do about it