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50 Cent( Curtis James Jackson III )
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Then Days Went By
Lyricist:D Billy, Curtis Jackson, Bill Withers
Leave me alone I ain't fucking with nobody
Keep fucking with me you gon' turn me back to booboo Had me casing out your crib tryna 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 2 .380's like the Ying Yang Twins That's spot clicking 'til the D's run in Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have it
Rest of year I had that CBR Hurricane And an I'll hair an' bone I got 'em slingin' heroin 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 with that Ruger that Pump and that Tec at So look at me I'm on that I thought we was rich then Shipment, you had like 20 bricks in Richmond
We was in cocaine heaven I was fish scale dreamin' We just got in the town, we was strapped up schemin' 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 Three-eight Snub it and don't think nothing of it It's the way of the wolves, that's how they train us to move Get it poppin' when we shoppin', niggas hold down the tools
I see niggas gettin' 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 see niggas getting hit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We were swinging 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 was 7 Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven Niggas popped his whip up, hit his Camry with seven He a lucky motherfucker, I bet he make it to heaven
My grandpa drunk my uncle Rob drunk My uncle Champ bombed crack smoked my fuckin' stash up I had two hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch I mean how much you gon' smoke man, how much you gon' 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 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, come on son, that wouldn't hurt you I pistol whip that nigga 'til his face was purple I need anger management, see I hold on new broads 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
I see niggas gettin' 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 see niggas getting hit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by We were swinging that shit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by Here I am
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