They say Im grimey, Im greasy
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I make a 187 look easy
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Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
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Push me nigga, see what Im about
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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 fuck 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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They say Im grimey, Im greasy
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I make a 187 look easy
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Fuck 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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Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
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Push me nigga, see what Im about
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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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Fuck with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy
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They say Im grimey, Im greasy
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I make a 187 look easy
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Fuck 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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Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
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Push me nigga, see what Im about
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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
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My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child
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Got my ass 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 ass 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
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They say Im grimey, Im greasy
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I make a 187 look easy
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Fuck 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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Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
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Push me nigga, see what Im about
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Curtis 187
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| 50 cents |
