Places to Go
Eminem Lyrics


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I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing
Your should be stressin' I'm gonna f***in teach you a lesson
M-A-C one-oh-one's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin'
Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, these straight busters kept-in, kept-in
Watch the twenty-two spin , my hoe's a perfect ten
I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again
Motherf***ers they 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, its crazy
You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady
Aftermath in your a** b****, if its not a classic
When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
Stop and get your a** kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic
Glock made out of plastic, c***-it and get blasted
Run n**** and stash it

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on
I'm a drink till I get to that b**** in the morn
Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words
In the hood they feel my s***

Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Picture me starting s***, 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, s***, picture that
Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back
You wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack
Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that p****, crew are back
Fifty Cent, too much spent, man I'm bent, I'm outta here

I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you
I got places to go, I got people to see
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

Ha ha
Man I ain't going to jail
Not even to visit a n****
You want to holla at me, you wright me
Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard
In Montreal
Ha ha ha
Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's n****
Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit
Riding down 8 Mile road
You know, for one of them en-joints and s***
Ha-ha
Ya heard, I got place to go man
You know, Shady Aftermath
We finished our print money
Puttin' our faces on this motherf***in bill thug s***




Ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't seem to be doing much

Overall Meaning

In "Places to Go," Eminem talks about his desire to succeed and reach his goals. The penitentiary, or jail, is not a place where he wants to end up. He warns others not to test him or he'll shoot them. Eminem acknowledges that he has had setbacks in the past, including being shot, but he has gotten back up and will continue to work hard. He boasts about his skills as a rapper, and how people love his music. In the second verse, he describes a typical day in his life, including drinking until the early morning hours and recording music in the booth. He talks about the dangers of living in the hood, and how one must always watch their back. He concludes by saying that he has places to go and things to do, and that he is too busy to go to jail.


One interesting fact about the song "Places to Go" is that it was featured on the soundtrack of the movie 8 Mile, in which Eminem starred. The song was not released as a single, but it has become a fan favorite over the years. Another interesting fact is that the song features production from Dr. Dre, who was also the executive producer of the 8 Mile soundtrack. "Places to Go" was one of four songs that the duo collaborated on for the album.


Another interesting fact is that "Places to Go" features a sample from the song "You're a Customer" by EPMD. The sample can be heard at the beginning of the song, where Eminem raps "I got the places to go, I got people to see." The same sample was also used by rapper Nas in his song "I Can."


The song has been noted for its aggressive and confrontational lyrics, which is a common theme in Eminem's music. The line "I'll run up and squeeze / And put a hole in you, hole in you" has been interpreted as a warning to his enemies, telling them to leave him alone or face the consequences.


"Places to Go" was not nominated for any awards, but it has been praised for its energy and production. Dr. Dre's beats provide a perfect backdrop for Eminem's rapid-fire flow and aggressive lyrics.


The chords for "Places to Go" are not available, as the song is mostly composed of electronic beats and samples. However, musicians and producers may be able to recreate the beat and add their own touches to create a cover version of the song.


Line by Line Meaning

I got places to go, I got people to see
I am busy and have a lot of things to do and people to meet.


The penitentiary, ain't the place for me
I don't want to go to jail.


I'm warnin' you do, not tempt me
Don't try to provoke me.


I'll run up and squeeze
I will come at you aggressively.


And put a hole in you, hole in you
I might shoot you.


You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing
You shouldn't underestimate me.


Your should be stressin' I'm gonna f***in teach you a lesson
I am powerful and ready to fight.


M-A-C one-oh-one's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin'
I am skilled and talented when it comes to music.


Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing
I carry a gun in case I have to use it.


these straight busters kept-in, kept-in
I don't interact with people who are weak and cowardly.


Watch the twenty-two spin , my hoe's a perfect ten
I am rich and successful.


I got shot up but I got up and I'm back at it again
I have faced setbacks in the past, but I am resilient.


Motherf***ers they thought I wouldn't win, pretend to be friends
People have underestimated me and pretended to be my friend.


At first you fail, try, try, try, try again
You should keep trying even if you fail.


I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy
My talent is unmatched.


You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady
People enjoy my music and my personality.


Aftermath in your a** b****, if its not a classic
My music label is successful and will not put out anything that is not great.


When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered
I am in control of my music and I only release the best.


Stop and get your a** kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic
Don't mess with me or my loved ones.


Glock made out of plastic, c***-it and get blasted
I carry a gun and I am ready to use it.


Run n**** and stash it
You should run away and hide.


There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on
I am drinking alcohol.


I'm a drink till I get to that b**** in the morn
I will continue to drink all night.


Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words
I am confident in my music.


In the hood they feel my s***
People in the urban community appreciate my music.


Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper
Imagine me being famous and successful.


Picture me starting s***, picture me busting my gat
Imagine me getting into a fight and using my gun.


Picture police man Dan gotta picture of that
Imagine the police taking a picture of me.


Picture me being broke, picture me smokin' a sack
Imagine me being poor and smoking weed.


Picture me comin' up, picture me rich from rap
Imagine me becoming successful through music.


Picture me blowin' up, now picture me going back
Imagine me becoming successful but then losing everything.


To my momma basement to live, s***, picture that
Imagine me being so unsuccessful that I have to live in my mom's basement.


Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back
My upbringing and environment were dangerous.


You wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack
Don't think you're safe even if you're wearing a bulletproof vest.


Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack
In some communities, drug dealing is a source of income.


Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that p****, crew are back
In some communities, illegal activities are part of a person's identity and reputation.


Fifty Cent, too much spent, man I'm bent, I'm outta here
I have spent too much money and I am leaving.


Man I ain't going to jail, not even to visit a n****
I don't want to go to jail for any reason.


You want to holla at me, you wright me
If you want to talk to me, write me a letter.


Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard
Send the letter to my business address.


Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's n****
I am successful and can afford expensive cars.


Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit, Riding down 8 Mile road
I am from Detroit and I may be driving on a famous road there.


You know, for one of them en-joints and s***
I might be out to smoke a joint.


Ya heard, I got place to go man
I am busy and have a lot to do.


You know, Shady Aftermath
My music label is called Shady Aftermath.


We finished our print money
We have made a lot of money.


Puttin' our faces on this motherf***in bill thug s***
We are powerful and influential.


Ain't seem to be doing much
But we haven't stopped working and making money.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS, LUIS EDGARDO RESTO

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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