Then Days Went By - 50 Cent

Then Days Went By

50 Cent

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Lyric

This is how a monster's function

Leave me alone

I ain' fuckin' with nobody

Keep fuckin' with me you gon' turn me back to Boo Boo

Have me casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles

She was 20, I was 12, man my Nana said she raped me

I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby take me

Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends

Got two 380s like the Ying Yang Twinz, Ahh.

That's spot clickin' till the D's run-in

Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends

Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane

In an ill Herringbone, I got 'um swingin' 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 Rueger

That Pump and that Tech at

Some look at me I'm on now

I thought we was rich then

Shit man, but you had like, twenty bricks in Richmond

We was in Cocaine heaven

I was fish scale dreamin'

We jus' got in the town

We was strapped up schemin'

First Country caught a body then country caught a body then

I popped a couple of niggaz

Then the country shot everybody

It's cold-blooded

It's real shit you got to love it

Tre-Eight Snub it

And don't think nuttin' of it

It's the way of the wolves

It's how they train us to move

Get it poppin' when we shoppin' niggas hold down the two's.

I seen niggaz gettin' rich.

Then days went by

Then days went by

Then days went by

I was tired of not havin' shit.

Then days went by

Then days went by

Then days went by

I seen niggaz gettin' hit.

Then days went by

Then days went by

Then days went by

We was slingin' 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 can we were seven

He a lucky mother fucker I bet he make it to heaven

My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk

My uncle Champ pump crack smoked my fuckin' stash up

I had two-hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch

I mean, how much you going to smoke man?

How much are you going to snort?

First, the VCR went, then the TV went

He stole outta mommy purse

She thought it was me, kid

I ain' ask her for no money son

Cause I was out hustlin'

She was lookin' at me sideways like I'm a thief or somethin'

That hurt me, c'mon 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 amazin'

I seen niggaz gettin' rich

Then days went by

Then days went by

Then days went by

I was tired of not havin' shit

Then days went by

Then days went by

Then days went by

I seen niggaz gettin' hit

Then days went by

Then days went by

Then days went by

We was slingin' that shit

Then days went by

Then days went by

Then days went by

Here I am

- It's already the end -