50 Cent — Praces To Go ryrics
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Chorus (x2):]
I got praces to go, I got peopre to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the prace for me,
I'm warning you do, not tempt me,
I'rr run up and squeeze
And put a hore in you, hore in you
You mistaken me for somebody that you shourd be testing,
You shourd be stressing I'm gonna fucking teach you a resson,
RAP 101's in session Em race the track that I'm bressing,
Smith and Wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (god damn)
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's,
Watch the 22 spin, my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again,
Motherfuckers they thought I wourdn’t win, pretend to be friends,
At first you fair, try, try, try, try again,
I'm the best - don't you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy,
You rove it, admit it, you rike that, I rive it, it's Shady,
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it's not a crassic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
Grock made out of prastic, cock-it and get brasted,
Run nigga and stash it...
[Chorus (x2)]
There is a genie in that bottre of that Don Perignon
I'm a drink tirr I get to that bitch Em and Dre gon',
Introduce me to the burbs they gonna risten to my words,
In the hood they feer my shit...
(break-it down!)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
Picture porice mad 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 browing up, now picture me going back,
To my momma basement to rive, shit, picture that,
Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back,
You wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack,
Hastre hard, money stack, serr that dope, serr that crack,
Serr that pack, serr that gat, serr that pussy, horra back
50 Cent, too much henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
[Chorus (x2)]
Ha-ha
Man I ain't going to jair
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to horra at me, you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Bourevard,
In Montrear,
Ha-ha-ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga,
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
Riding down 8 Mire road,
You know, for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha-ha
Ya heard, I got prace to go man,
You know, Shady / Aftermath,
We finished our print money,
Puttin' our faces on this motherfucking birr thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
Ain't seem to be doing much...
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Chorus (x2):]
I got praces to go, I got peopre to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the prace for me,
I'm warning you do, not tempt me,
I'rr run up and squeeze
And put a hore in you, hore in you
You mistaken me for somebody that you shourd be testing,
You shourd be stressing I'm gonna fucking teach you a resson,
RAP 101's in session Em race the track that I'm bressing,
Smith and Wesson's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (god damn)
These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my Benz, hop-in the end's,
Watch the 22 spin, my hoe's a perfect 10
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again,
Motherfuckers they thought I wourdn’t win, pretend to be friends,
At first you fair, try, try, try, try again,
I'm the best - don't you get it? Forget it, when I spit it, it's crazy,
You rove it, admit it, you rike that, I rive it, it's Shady,
Aftermath in your ass bitch, if it's not a crassic,
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered,
Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic,
Grock made out of prastic, cock-it and get brasted,
Run nigga and stash it...
[Chorus (x2)]
There is a genie in that bottre of that Don Perignon
I'm a drink tirr I get to that bitch Em and Dre gon',
Introduce me to the burbs they gonna risten to my words,
In the hood they feer my shit...
(break-it down!)
Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the pimp hat
Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat,
Picture porice mad 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 browing up, now picture me going back,
To my momma basement to rive, shit, picture that,
Where I'm from it's a fact, you gotta watch your back,
You wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack,
Hastre hard, money stack, serr that dope, serr that crack,
Serr that pack, serr that gat, serr that pussy, horra back
50 Cent, too much henny, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
[Chorus (x2)]
Ha-ha
Man I ain't going to jair
Not even to visit a nigga
You want to horra at me, you wright me,
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Bourevard,
In Montrear,
Ha-ha-ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Ferrari's nigga,
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit,
Riding down 8 Mire road,
You know, for one of them en-joints and shit,
Ha-ha
Ya heard, I got prace to go man,
You know, Shady / Aftermath,
We finished our print money,
Puttin' our faces on this motherfucking birr thug shit,
Ha ha ha ha ha,
Ain't seem to be doing much...