Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Curtis 187, artist - 50 Cent. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Curtis 187 |
| They say Im grimey, Im greasy |
| I make a 187 look easy |
| F**k that, I lay my murder game down |
| Push me nigga, see what Im about |
| (Verse 1 — 50 Cent) |
| I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga |
| Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger |
| Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head |
| Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead |
| Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga |
| Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga |
| Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley |
| Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy |
| Now those were the days, where crime really pay |
| 9 milly spray, got the xxxx out the way |
| The shootout, the shootout |
| The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast |
| Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid |
| Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head |
| Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine |
| You need that, out on the grind all the time |
| (Chorus — 50 Cent) |
| They say Im grimey, Im greasy |
| I make a 187 look easy |
| F**k that, I lay my murder game down |
| Push me nigga, see what Im about |
| They say Im grimey, Im greasy |
| I make a 187 look easy |
| F**k that, I lay my murder game down |
| Push me nigga, see what Im about |
| (Verse 2 — 50 Cent) |
| It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades |
| Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades |
| E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed |
| Hood rats to get layed, money to get made |
| Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich |
| Woke up broke, gun in my hand |
| Sayin' «Damn!"this dope cost 60 a gram |
| Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga |
| And say «Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig» |
| Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth |
| Sayin' «I dont get on"Im'a lay a nigga out |
| Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious |
| I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace |
| Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny |
| Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny |
| F**k with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy (Chorus — 50 Cent) |
| They say Im grimey, Im greasy |
| I make a 187 look easy |
| F**k that, I lay my murder game down |
| Push me nigga, see what Im about |
| They say Im grimey, Im greasy |
| I make a 187 look easy |
| F**k that, I lay my murder game down |
| Push me nigga, see what Im about |
| (Verse 3 — 50 Cent) |
| I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas |
| Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas |
| Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby |
| Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child |
| Got my xxx whooped in Spotford but never that now |
| When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk |
| Send yo punk xxx to therapy to learn how to walk |
| I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip |
| Im take your shit |
| Thats how the esse’s play, for that s.s.k |
| Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts |
| Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks |
| Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west |
| In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest |
| And you niggas best be on your best behaviours |
| I was bread for this shit, front Im’a blaze ya (Chorus — 50 Cent) |
| They say Im grimey, Im greasy |
| I make a 187 look easy |
| F**k that, I lay my murder game down |
| Push me nigga, see what Im about |