Ayo Technology (Feat. Justin Timberlake & Timbaland)
50 Cent
4:08This 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