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Curtis 187
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Havoc
Producer
Philip Shpiller
Philip Shpiller
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Seamus Tyson
Seamus Tyson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
50 Cent
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about 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 They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuckk 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 Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about 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 Fuck with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck 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 Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about 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 They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about
Writer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Curtis Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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