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Write me a song called Places to Go with the following description: One of the first songs, produced by Eminem for his “8 Mile Soundtrack”, to show how lyrically 50 Cent is after being signed in Shady Records and setting a new beginning as an artist. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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[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