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