This is how monster's function

Leave me alone,
I ain't 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 twenty I was twelve, 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 Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twins, ah,
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 C-B-R Hurricane
In a 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 Reuger, 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 niggas, then country shot everybody
It's cold blooded, it's real shit you got to love it
Tre-Eight Snub it, and don't think nothin' 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 niggas gettin' rich,
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by,
I was tired of havin' shit,
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by,
I seen niggas 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

Yeah,
I was ? 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 motherfucker 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 I'm what you call smoke man, I'm what you call snort
First the VCR went, then the tv went
He stole outta mommy purse, she thought it was me kid
I ain't 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 amasin'

I seen niggas gettin' rich,
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by,
I was tired of havin' shit,
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by,
I seen niggas 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

Writer : BILL WITHERS, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group