Chorus - 50 They say Im grimey, Im I a 187 look easy that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see Im about
[Verse 1 - 50 I was a snotty nose, head, dirtbomb nigga Sayin I wait till I get a little bigger Half the niggas me, bumpin' my head Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga lead Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first quarter gram pieces in the alley Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy Now those were the days, crime really pay 9 milly spray, got the out the way The shootout, the The bricks fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast kidnap Drew granpa kid Came through and Ms Leak in the head why I got a gun so I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the
[Chorus - 50 say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look Fuck that, I lay my murder game Push me nigga, see Im about
say Im grimey, Im greasy I a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder down me nigga, see what Im about
[Verse 2 - 50 It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn Do rags on the waist, knuckles, switch blades E-mass to get paid, new to get sprayed Hood rats to get layed, money to get Yeah, yeah I had a I was rich up broke, gun in my hand Sayin' "Damn!" dope cost 60 a gram to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say "Give it up kid, I put one in ya wig" Picture me thirsty, ridin' round out the mouth Sayin' "I get on" Im'a lay a nigga out Now diamonds are beautiful, are precious I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya Im so wreckless, I play the drunk off henny your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny Fuck with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get
- 50 Cent] They say Im grimey, Im I a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my game down Push me nigga, see what Im
They say Im grimey, Im I make a 187 look that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see Im about
[Verse 3 - 50 I gave Jus a 50 ask him If I cut niggas Shootouts in ask him If I bucked niggas fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennysee and Cocaine, those made me My dont cry, Im a fatherless child Got my ass whooped in Spotford but never now When my name in ya mouth, watch how you talk Send yo punk ass to therapy to how to walk I a clip Ill hit ya hip Im your shit Thats how the play, for that s.s.k Your probably through the grape vine, Im good out Watts Bulletproof shit, through the Compton blocks Im the beast the east, but I play on the west In the by myself with my gun and my vest And you niggas best be on your behaviours I was bread for shit, front Im'a blaze ya
- 50 Cent] They say Im grimey, Im I make a 187 look Fuck that, I lay my murder game Push me nigga, see what Im
say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look Fuck that, I lay my game down Push me nigga, see Im about