[50 Cent]. leave me alone. i aint f-cking with nobody. she f-cking with me you gon turn back to booboo. had me casing out your crib. tryna pop your f-cking noodles. she was 20 I was 12. man my nana said she raped me. i just smiled from ear to ear saying take it baby take it. since high school n-gga i aint got no friends. i got 2 3 80’s like the ying yang twins. thats cooking til the D’s run in. then its bail money and lawyer fees you got to have it. in freshman year I had that CBR hurricane. and an ill herrin bone i got em slinging heroin. i shoot a n-gga in a heartbeat I aint no chump. then you can run forrest run retard when I dump. dont take kindness for weakness n-ggas don’t respect that. to me im with that ruger that pump and that tech at. so look at me im on that. i thought we was rich then. sh-t man you had like 20 bricks in rich man. we was in cocaine heaven. i was fishcal dreaming. we just got in the cab. we was strapped up scheming. first country caught a body then country got a body. I popped a couple n-ggas then country shot everybody. its cold blooded. its real sh-t you got to love it. dre asks nothing and dont think nothing of it. its the way of the world. thats how they train us to move. get it poppin when we shopping n-gga hold down the tools. [Chorus]. I see n-ggas getting rich and days went by. and days went by. and days went by. I was tired of not having sh-t. then days went by. then days went by. then days went by. i see n-ggas getting hit. then days went by. then days went by. then days went by. we was swinging that sh-t. then days went by. then days went by. then days went by. [Verse 2]. Im sure since (?) we was lil n-ggas. … as sweet as 7 (?). armed robbery first degree my man did seven. n-ggas popped his whip up. hit his cab when he was sittin. lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com. he a lucky muth-fcker I bet he make it to heaven. my grandpa drunk my uncle rap drunk. my uncle … on crack. smoke my f-cking stash up. i had 250 grand 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 aint ask for no money son cos I was out hustlin. she was looking at me sideways like Imma thief or something. that hurt me come on son that wouldn’t hurt you. I pistol whip that n-gga til his face was purple. i need anger management see i hold onto a gun. the same way I hold onto that nickle placed snub. the lord doesnt have imperfection baby. so i think im perfect the way he made me. some say im cool some say im crazy. some say i aint sh-t some say Im amazing. [Chorus]. Here I am. [end]