50 Cent - Then Days Went By lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[50 Cent - Then Days Went By lyrics]

This is how monsters function leave me alone
I ain't fucking with nobody

Keep fucking with me you going
Turn me back to Boo-Boo
Have me casing out your crib
Trying to pop your fucking noodles
She was 20, I was 12
Man my Nana said she raped me
I just smiled from ear to
Ear, saying take me, baby, take me
Since high school, nigga
I ain't got no friends
Got two 380s like the Ying Yang Twins (Haaan)
That's spot clicking till the Ds run in
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees
You got to have ends
Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane
In a ill herringbone
I got them swinging Heroine
I shoot a nigga in a


Heartbeat I ain't no chump
Then you can run forrest run
Retard when I dump
They take kindness for weakness
Niggas don't respect that
So me I'm where that Ruger
That Pump and that Tec at
Some look at me I'm on now
I thought we was rich then
Shipment, but you had like
Twenty bricks in Richmond
We was in Cocaine heaven
I was fishscale dreaming
We just got in the town
We was strapped up scheming
First Country caught a body
Then Country caught a body
Then I popped a couple niggas
Then Country shot everybody
It's cold blooded, it's real shit
You got to love it trey-eight Snub it
And don't think nothing of it
It's the way of the wolves
It's how they train us to move
Get it popping when we shopping
Niggas hold down the tools

I seen niggas getting rich
Then days went by, then days went by
Then days went by
I was tired of not having shit
Then days went by, then days went by
Then days went by i seen niggas getting hit
Then days went by, then days went by
Then days went by we was slinging that shit
Then days went by, then days went by
Then days went by here I am

Unsure since we was little niggas, son
Since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven
Niggas popped his whip up
Hit his Camry with a seven
He a lucky motherfucker
I bet he make it to heaven
My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk
My uncle Champ pump crack
Smoked my fucking stash up
I had 250 grams stashed on the porch
I mean, how much you going to smoke, man?
How much you going to snort?
First the VCR went, then the TV went
He stole out of mommy purse
She thought it was me, kid
I ain't ask her for no money, son
Cause I was out hustling
She was looking at me sideways like
I'm a thief or something that hurt me
Come on son that wouldn't hurt you?
I pistol whip that nigga till
His face was purple i need anger management
See I hold on to a grudge
The same way I hold on
To that nickel-plate Snub

The Lord don't have imperfections, baby
So I think I'm perfect the way he made me
Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy
Some say I ain't shit, some say I'm amazing

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