Artist: Eminem Album: Music from and Inspired by the Motion Picture 8 Mile (2002) Title: Places To Go
Lyrics Places To Go"Places To Go" (50 Cent)
Yeah ... Shady ... Aftermath ... G-Unit
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 squeeze, and put a hole in you [hole in you]
I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me [not me nigga] I'm warning you do not tempt me I'll run up squeeze, and put a hole in you [hole in you]
You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testin' You should be stressin', I'm finna fuckin' teach you a lesson RAP 101's in session, Em lays the track that I'm blessing Smith and Wesson's the weapon, in case you was guessin' [God Damn] It's they brothers kept-in, kept-in my Benze Hot beginnin' to end, watch the 22"s spin My hoe's, they perfect 10 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 If 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, blasted When measures get drastic, crocks made out of plastic Cock-it, aim it, blast it ... Run nigga, I'll stash it
[Chorus (x2)]
If there's a genie in the bottle of that Dom Pérignon Ima drink till I get to that bitch Em and Dre gon introduce me to the burbs, they gon listen to my words In the hood they feel my shit [break it down]
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat Picture me starting shit, picture me bustin' my gat Picture police man ... They ain't gotta picture of that Picture me being broke, picture me smoking a sack Picture me coming up, picture me rich from rap Picture me blowing up, now picture me going back 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, yous a target jack Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy for a fat 50 Cent Too much Henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
[Chorus (x2)]
Man I ain't going to jail, not even to visit a nigga You want to holla at me, you write me Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard I'm in the Mondrian Ridin' around in one of Dre's Ferraris nigga Or matter fact I might be in Detroit, ridin' down 8 Mile road You know ... In one of Em's joints and shit Ya heard, I got place to go man, ya know Shady Aftermath We finna start printin' money Put Em's face on these motherfucking bills and shit Ain't shit you can do about it |