50 Cent – Then Days Went By (2009) | Track profile | Dork

50 Cent – Then Days Went By (2009) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

Then Days Went By

[Produced by Lab Ox & Vikaden]

[Intro]

This is how monsters function

Leave me alone

I ain't fucking with nobody

[Verse 1]

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

[Hook]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Bridge]

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

[Hook]

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

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